In every heart there is a room. A sanctuary safe and strong. To heal the wounds from lovers past. Until a new one comes along. . I spoke to you in cautious tones.
Some people stay far away from the door. If there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside. And hope that it just passes by.
1 2 1 2 3 4. Some love is just a lie of the heart. The cold remains of what began with a passionate start. And they may not want it to end. But it will it's just a question of when.