Meet me at the corner of the pathways of your heart
We'll take a walk from side to side, we'll go from end to start
We'll meet up where you're vulnerable, insecure, afraid
Stroll along the avenues of anxiousness and shame.

We'll round a bend through phobias, your deeply hidden hate
Your blind pig-headed xenophobic well-repressed inmate.
And when we finally reach where two paths meet beneath the skin,
I'll see you start to harden where the bloodclotting begins.

See, this side is your armour, your inner steel and sword
It holds the secret goals and dreams you've still managed to hoard
Your stubbornness and pride and love all line the ****** walls,
Your upper lip it rises while the urge to cower falls.

The end is up ahead and you're as cold and hard as stone
Your pride stretches on further, to the marrow in your bones
I try to take your hand and you just turn back towards the start,
I wish that we could always meet in the middle of your heart.