Change of Heart

A hint, again Got me face down Got me face down On the ground We are old enemies Our own calamities Got me face down Silence grips me When you turn to flee Then my thoughts don't matter As your theories go too deep I'm, waiting for your change of heart Waiting for that fair confession But I get by Waiting for your contemplation Maybe let it stretch my patience But I get by Hand to heart All that I found Were words in my mouth Why all we ever do Is sing new found tragedies We are old enemies