The Head and the Heart

To crave and to be satisfied This sterile hotel room, so tidy and dry I watch out the window as people go by With hearts full of anger and bright candy eyes Pity me, father, have pity my dear Your daughter is empty, she's not even here The head on her shoulders made her heart disappear And she's running and running to sweat herself clear My heart is open And damn, it's cold Hands of a beggar Raised up to hold Breathe in black and sigh in white The love in your fingers burns steady and bright I hang in the grey of your cigarette tar See the girls drape themselves on their men in the bars With your flag around your shoulders, baby have a rest There's a sentimental lover on the tender of your chest And he's waiting in the kitchen, pouring sentimental wine To break the bread and take you to bed in the shade of wintertime Take my defenses and throw them to the wind Light us a candle and close this world in To crave and to be satisfied To call for spring from an empty sky To feel a kiss upon my spine Your dark December teary eyes My heart is open And damn, it's cold Hands of a beggar Raised up to hold