Hearts, not heads,can think of things that minds could never dream

And dreams are things that hearts hold closer than some wayward head

See what i see

Tell me what went wrong

...with lies

They're part and parcel of your heart and love

Like any true love-

'cause lies are thick like smokin stacks

They bless your heart and radio

See what i see

Tell me what went wrong

Hearts are drums

That fill your chest with blood and glorious lies

Cause lies are borne of hope

And dream of things that hearts could never dream

Or so it seems