The peace of a poet's heart; the sounds of mozart.
A little girl smilin' on an island.
Everyday's a new day, that's what they all say.
I'm makin' sure that I don't have a heart attack.
My heart keeps the love in my chest
and my mouth sings about the rest.
And my feet stand on the ground,
the ground that shakes below me.

The church is the people,not the steeple
The bread is the body,that's what got me.
Music is an artform, steady as a black horese.
Write what you feel and not what you steal.
My herat keeps the love in my chest
and my mouth sings about the rest.
And my feet stand on the ground,
the ground that shakes below me.
My hands, they write the words
But I know I'm not the first.
My eyes, they look back on
The ones that came before me.

Lovely to meet you, can I keep you?
Covered by a thimble, let's rekindle
A love we had a hundred years back
I'm making sure that I don't have a herat attack
My herat keeps the love in my chest
and my mouth sings about the rest.
And my feet stand on the ground,
the ground that shakes below me.
My hands, they write the words
But I know I'm not the first.
My eyes, they look back on
The ones that came before me.
Laying in a bed, the nurse just said,
"I'm makin' sure that you don't have a heart attack."