Matter of the Heart

When silence is a crime And talking crosses the line And sex is like a pantomime Do we fall out of love Is it a matter of time Did you want this? Did you play your part? Was it certain Or just a turn of the cards? Was anything really a matter of the heart? When feelings go to waste And nothing takes their place When truth is looking pale in the face Do we fall out of love Is it a matter of taste Did you want this? Did you play your part? Was it certain Or just a turn of the cards Was anything really a matter of the heart? No score, no proof that we were even here Time tends to make everything disappear It's hopeless, known this from the start When all the reasons are faded And even fears abated Could you say with a straight face if it ever really made sense? No score, no proof that we were even here Did you want this? Did you play your part? Was it certain Or just a turn of the cards Was anything really a matter of the heart? Was anything really a matter of the heart?