The Heart It is always night for the heart. Night the only shift it takes, And no daylight to sleep through. No sleep. Knocking on a door No one will open With its bloodied fist. But cheerfully, cheerfully. Carolers who just know The old man is home.
The Heart
The Heart
The Heart
The Heart It is always night for the heart. Night the only shift it takes, And no daylight to sleep through. No sleep. Knocking on a door No one will open With its bloodied fist. But cheerfully, cheerfully. Carolers who just know The old man is home.