When a Heart Becomes a Heart

When the heart overfills

Then the heart comes a heart

Says, "I have nothing to say

Because there are too many words

There are too many words"

Then the body hears

And the body says

"Well I have so much to say

But I have no clue what it is

I have no clue what it is"

And the body goes,

Cry – no, no, no – run

No, speak, no, sing

No, huddle in the corner

Spread out in the grass

Or kiss him, or hold her

Or thank you, I'm sorry

For everything

But when the heart runs dry

It goes by another name

And says, "I have one thing to say

Faith is a dead end

Faith is a dead end"

And the body kind of looks

And the body looks away

And says, "Was there something I heard?

I can't remember

I can't remember"

And the body goes,

Sit and stare and cry

Please cry, but I can't cry

Please cry, but I can't cry

Then comes the honest minute

Of the quiet, dark hour

With the naked body

Of the shivering winter

She cannot find her room

In a stranger's house

It leaves me struck

In an empty room weeping

I'm weeping

Well if this is a body

We stand with our chest faced towards the sky

With arms hanging down, head back

And our feet barely grab the ground

Our feet barely grab the ground...