I've got a heart
pumping blood to my veins,
but there's a part, not empty simply wating,
wating for, a love to pack it's bags
and move on in, and make it self at home.
This heart is big enough,
to house a thousand people
but right now its stuck in skyfolding.
Under construction, not quite fit to be
the house of a person who'll learn to love me.
All this years i've never really minded
that no one resided in my heart,
but wait and see,
once i'm construction free
the doors will birst open for a love inside of me.
This heart is big enough
to house a thousand people,
but right now it's stuck in skyfolding.
Under construction,
not quite fit to be
the house of a person
who'll lern to love, love, love, love...
When the roof lets in no rain,
and in earthquakes it won't sway(?),
and the windows are glimming, and the sun shinning through,
my heart will be wide open.
Under construction,
not quite fit to be
the house of a person who'll learn to love me.

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