Finally...
I got ,
The grasp,
Back on,
My heart.

I let,
All the feelings,
Out.
To,
The cause,
Of,
My confused heart.

Unforseen,
Difficulties,
Were faced.
But I came,
Better out,
In the end.

For Love,
Is,
Not,
For,
The faint hearted.

Moving forward...
Is all solution...
Currently...

It's Half past twelve.
Although your eyes are barely woke.
I've lost count of time being in the loft of your heart.
Lost in the city lights.
It's something about the streets here that make me feel brand new.
It's half past twelve in the real world.
But here,
In the loft of your heart.
I have the best view.
Being downtown transcends my favorite places in the real world.
Here, there aren't any scheduled buses, no large crowds of people.
It's stunningly beautiful.
Not being able to tell the difference between night and day.
Although your eyes are barely woke.
It's already tomorrow here
And everything reminds me of you

Take your favorite things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart.

Stir them up ‘in-si-ide,’ wear ‘em, release ‘em knowing now just, -who you ‘ar-are.’

A secret box ‘in-si-ide,’
Cherish, believe them,
…holding that which you love in your heart.

A special place inside, stirring, increasing and now you’re building your heart.

So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart.

Stir them up ‘in-si-ide,’ wear ‘em, release ‘em knowing now just, -who you ‘ar-are.’

A secret box ‘in-si-ide,’
Cherish, believe them,
…holding that which you love in your heart.

A special place inside, stirring, increasing and now you’re building your heart.

chorus
And now you’re building,
AND NOW YOU’RE BUILDING,
And now you’re building your heart.

So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
Take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
Take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…

Soft spoken end*
Take your favorite things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart…