As broken clocks show the right time
Only twice a day
So does my heart
Beats twice a year

This hollow *****
Fathoms the grip of love
To capture its seldom
It hides in a cove

What have I become
To run
From the music of the sun
And the joy from the drum

Why do I cower
Try to find cover
Hide with great measure
From something that is not unnatural to me

A few beats left
Only a few beats left
Will it stop
Maybe I won't love again

Perhaps I shouldn't love again
It's beautiful yes
But the higher you go
The harder you fall

I may have fallen at my hardest
I know not how to stand
I know not how to weep
I know now how to move