[Intro:] Unless a spare heart is hidden in your chest unless with a divine monogram you have been blessed unless the sun is rising from the west you shouldn’t want to heal my life. You could embrace, though, in your silenced love, the many poisoned stabbing glances, the many syllables of lies, their many unforgettable reflections carved in the heavy clouds above this land of ancient twisted intersections. You could embrace them all. Unless a spark of truth stays in your eyes unless the clearest of lights cleared your mind unless you’re purified of lies you shouldn’t want to touch my life. You could patch incisions, though, lenses to the burning pyres of truth and faith and trust, you could taste their ancient rust, you could cleanse them with your tears, thistles hiding a marooned heart you could cull, you could cut out. [Bridge] You could heal your innate cruelty, you could learn to love your soul fingering the fringed old edges of this breathing wound, to the crystal light of love you could get yourself attuned. [Pre-outro] But if you know your mind is framed in colors that I don’t contain, then mend your heart in hymns of love. [Outro] Unless you’re walking on the crest unless you are the pure love’s nest unless a spare heart is hidden in your chest you shouldn’t want to heal my life.
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