I’ve been thinking night and day,
been wondering where does your heart lay.
Please, can I know if I may?
I’m troubled with it, what can I say.
What do you think before you sleep?
What desires does your locked heart keep?
What do you wish? What do you want?
What is that, that keeps you wake at night?

Are you happy? Are you full?
Do you hug your blanket, do you tug in?
Does something spoil you, make you a kid?
Do you feel warmth under your skin?
Do you get vibes along your bones?
Is there somebody that shakes your knees?
Does somebody puts you at ease?
Who is that, that holds your keys?

Do you feel love? Are you satisfied?
Are there colors in your belly?
Do your thoughts taste like cherry?
Do you see stars in someplace else?
Who is that, that rings your bells?
Where is the keyhole, to your soul?
What is that, that makes you give in and kneel?
Do you feel, like I feel?

My heart is with you,
but where does that heart of yours lay?