At the Heart of Love

Well of all the lonely men,

In the whole wide world,

You just came into my life,

Struck at my heart,

With a surgical knife,

With the kind of expertise

Usually reserved for,

Only the top fifteen percent,

But I'm not counting up cent after cent.

Well I tasted envy;

It tasted heavy,

Now roll over,

I tasted fear;

It cost me dear,

So roll over,

Over again,

As envy remains,

At the heart of love,

Heart of love.

Well I fell into a well,

Whilst looking at the stars,

You just tossed me down a rope,

Lifted me back up that slippery slope,

And although the skies are gray,

I keep my conscience clear,

And it's futile to contest;

I was a guest at the fountain of tears.

Well I tasted envy;

It tasted heavy,

Now roll over,

I tasted fear;

It cost me dear,

So roll over,

Over again,

As envy remains,

At the heart of love,

Heart of love.

Jealousy,

Is a currency,

At the heart of love,

There's a cavity.

At the heart of Love,

Heart of love.