When a Heart Becomes a Heart

When the heart overfills
Then the heart comes a heart
Says, "I have nothing to say
Because there are too many words
There are too many words"
Then the body hears
And the body says
"Well I have so much to say
But I have no clue what it is
I have no clue what it is"

And the body goes,
Cry – no, no, no – run
No, speak, no, sing
No, huddle in the corner
Spread out in the grass
Or kiss him, or hold her
Or thank you, I'm sorry
For everything

But when the heart runs dry
It goes by another name
And says, "I have one thing to say
Faith is a dead end
Faith is a dead end"
And the body kind of looks
And the body looks away
And says, "Was there something I heard?
I can't remember
I can't remember"

And the body goes,
Sit and stare and cry
Please cry, but I can't cry
Please cry, but I can't cry

Then comes the honest minute
Of the quiet, dark hour
With the naked body
Of the shivering winter
She cannot find her room
In a stranger's house
It leaves me struck
In an empty room weeping
I'm weeping

Well if this is a body
We stand with our chest faced towards the sky
With arms hanging down, head back
And our feet barely grab the ground
Our feet barely grab the ground...