Everything we have Is exactly what it seems No use to add it up Arms won't reach for it Legs won't run to it What if, and much to much Now that you've sold the prize What's left to compromise again Bold words on a megaphone Barbed wire everywhere we turn Vampire at a one alarm fire She takes a seat right beside you If it's in your heart Eyes not imagery What we use to view the world How we choose to view ourselves Arms won't reach for it Legs won't run to it What if you've lost the touch, If it's in your heart.