Tytuł: Matters of the heart

• Wykonawca: Tracy Chapman
• Wyświetleń: 229

I lose my head
   From time to time
   I make a fool of myself
   In matters of the heart
  
   We should have been holding each other
   Instead we talked
   I make a fool of myself
   In matters of the heart
  
   But I asked before
   Your reply was kind and polite
   One wants more
   When one's denied
   I make a fool of myself
   In matters of the ehart
  
   I won't call it love
   But it feels good to have passion in my life
   If there's a battle
   I hope my head always defers to my heart
   In matters of the heart
  
   I guess I'm crazy to think
   I can give you what you don't want
   I make a fool of myself
   In matters of the heart
  
   I've made myself sick
   I can't think of anything else
   I can't sleep at night
   I make a fool of myself
   In matters of the heart
  
   I wish that I had the power
   To make these feelings stop
   I lose all self control
   In matters of the heart
  
   I can't believe
   It's so hard to find someone
   To give affection to
   And from whom you can receive
   I guess it's just the draw of the cards
   In matters of the heart
  
   You caught me off guard
   Somehow you reached me
   Where I thought I had nothing left inside
   I've learned a lesson
   I've been edified
   In matters of the heart
  
   I've spent my nights
   Where the sleeping dogs lie
   Not by your side
   It feels so lonely
   Once again
   I've left too much to chance
   In matters of the heart
  
   Here I sit
   I'm feeling sorry for myself
   It's quite a sight
   But I have you to thank
   For reminding me
   We're all alone in this world
   And in matters of the heart
  
   I'm already missing you
   Although we won't say good-byes
   Until tomorrow afternoon
   Maybe when and if I see you again
   We'll see eye to eye
   In matters of the heart
  
   I have no harsh words for you
   I have no tears to cry
   If the moon were full
   I'd be howling inside
   It only hurts
   In matters of the heart
  
   If today were my birthday I'd be reborn
   As Bronte's bird a bird that could fly
   And all accounts would be settled
   In matters of the heart