And my head told my heart”Let love grow”But my heart told my head”This time noThis time no

So when your hopes on fire,But you know your desire,Don’t hold a glass over the flame,Don’t let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road.

Cause I’ll know my weakness, know my voice. And I’ll believe in grace and choice. And I know perhaps my heart is farce, But I’ll be born without a mask.

You must know life to see decay.