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