You know your mind is telling your mouth things,
That your heart simply wants to scream,
I know that you refuse to believe that it's just an organ,
Pumping blood through this collective bruise of tubes,
And no matter what I say, you'll refuse to believe in me,
Because heart is where the home is, and I'll always feel the same.
You know your mind is telling my mouth things,
That your heart simply wants to hear.