Only you can touch me with your dark eyes
with a look that burns like fire through the lonely night.
Sometimes I run, but I can never hide
from the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky.
When you hear the thunder,
when you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down,
it's just my heart in pieces.
When I feel the hunger,
when I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
it's my heart in pieces.
No one cuts through my soul like you can.
I'm naked to the bone beside your empty hand.
I see your face and I remember.
I'm a prisoner of your fate,
I'm a loser in the race.
When you hear the thunder,
when you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down,
it's just my heart in pieces.
When I feel the hunger,
when I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
it's my heart in pieces.
I walk the fine line
between fire and the ice.
The memory lives on.
There's always something to remind me.
Every teardrop falling
when your voice keeps calling.
