The Head and the Heart

To crave and to be satisfied
This sterile hotel room, so tidy and dry
I watch out the window as people go by
With hearts full of anger and bright candy eyes

Pity me, father, have pity my dear
Your daughter is empty, she's not even here
The head on her shoulders made her heart disappear
And she's running and running to sweat herself clear

My heart is open
And damn, it's cold
Hands of a beggar
Raised up to hold

Breathe in black and sigh in white
The love in your fingers burns steady and bright
I hang in the grey of your cigarette tar
See the girls drape themselves on their men in the bars

With your flag around your shoulders, baby have a rest
There's a sentimental lover on the tender of your chest
And he's waiting in the kitchen, pouring sentimental wine
To break the bread and take you to bed in the shade of wintertime

Take my defenses and throw them to the wind
Light us a candle and close this world in

To crave and to be satisfied
To call for spring from an empty sky
To feel a kiss upon my spine
Your dark December teary eyes

My heart is open
And damn, it's cold
Hands of a beggar
Raised up to hold