The Captive Heart

The old clock is ticking now

It marks the space between us

Your memory enshrouds my heart

I am held captive

Sometimes my soul desires to take leave

Of this old world

To spread these golden wings and fly

To the city of angels

But then if I close my eyes

I can see you standing there

Your face in permanence smiles

Your lips a chalice

Seems like I've loved you all my life

Never thought I'd find you

Some day the muse may lend these words wings

So I can touch you

The old clock is ticking now

It marks the space between us

Your memory enshrouds my heart

For I am held captive

Seems like I've loved you all my life

Never thought I'd find you

Some day the muse may lend these words wings

So I can touch you

But, hey, don't worry if the feeling's not strong for you

I have lived my life in accordance to the windfalls of passion

Though I know how it feels to be loved and then forgotten

I have seen too many men driven insane by their distractions