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.