Poor Hearts - Strawberry Switchblade

The door lies wide open

You stand there half broken

You turn away slowly

Poor hearts are they

They seek to find shelter somewhere

Confused and

Hiding behind reason

Slipping away slowly

Poor hearts are they

They seek to find shelter somewhere

Poor hearts

I have always found

Underneath the darker ground

Slipping in and singing out

The table’s still turning

Poor hearts are not yearning

They close their eyes and they

Reflect on things that they say they know

To be true

They never try hard to

Tug, tug away but then

They never are willing

You’re quite at home through eating

With a gun to your heart

Poor hearts

I have always found

Underneath the darker ground

Slipping in and singing out

The door lies wide open

You stand there half broken

You turn away slowly

Poor hearts are they

They seek to find shelter somewhere

Confused and

Hiding behind reason

Slipping away slowly

Poor hearts are they

They seek to find shelter somewhere

Poor hearts

I have always found

Underneath the darker ground

Slipping in and singing out

Poor hearts

I have always found

Underneath the darker ground

Slipping in and singing out

Poor hearts

I have always found

Underneath the darker ground

Slipping in and singing out