Ira Wolf Fickle Heart
[Verse 1]
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for sun and lays in the dark
Aims for love and misses the mark
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart
[Verse 2]
My feet, my feet, my tired feet
Have carried my fast and far in retreat
But now I'm kicking myself to sleep
With my feet, my feet, my tired feet
[Verse 3]
My mind, my mind, my restless mind
Is caught on the bridges I've left in flames behind
Every step overthought and analyzed
'Til I lose my mind
[Verse 4]
In the cold sweats underneath the sheets
I was trembling with dreams I hate to dream
You stayed awake, clutching my face, trying to save my teeth
Now I grind them to dust
[Verse 5]
My bones, my bones, my aching bones
Are broken and bruised from your sticks and stones
But your words put the knife in my soul
Leaving just bones, aching bones
[Verse 6]
And my fickle heart doesn't have a home
To rest these bones, aching bones
Now I'm just bones, bones