Everything we have

Is exactly what it seems 

No use to add it up 

Arms won't reach for it

Legs won't run to it 

What if, and much to much 

Now that you've sold the prize 

What's left to compromise again 

Bold words on a megaphone 

Barbed wire everywhere we turn 

Vampire at a one alarm fire 

She takes a seat right beside you 

If it's in your heart 

Eyes not imagery 

What we use to view the world 

How we choose to view ourselves 

Arms won't reach for it 

Legs won't run to it

What if you've lost the touch, 

If it's in your heart.