If she moves me, what can I say about that?
That I'm not moved? Am I made of stone?
Do I have to be silent, despite her appeal?
I'm made of flesh, blood, muscle and bone
When she comes near, I'll catch her scent
She moves me again and I find I'm alone
I'm exactly where I began, my heart rent
As I despair, my heart can find no home
That I'm not moved? Am I made of stone?
Do I have to be silent, despite her appeal?
I'm made of flesh, blood, muscle and bone
When she comes near, I'll catch her scent
She moves me again and I find I'm alone
I'm exactly where I began, my heart rent
As I despair, my heart can find no home
