My heart in pieces thinks alone
And to strange tendencies is it prone
It thinks of fear, it thinks of you
It thinks of things I know are true
My heart as a whole it thinks as one
When a new day has begun
Working together with my mind
Is an unusual sight to find
I know to trust what my heart has to say
What else is there to trust anyway?
Mind and heart are never together
Frequencies never shared, whatever.