This is my heart resting in the palm of my hand
This is more then I've planned from the start
Holding it up to the sky for You to see
I feel You but I don't understand
The second You stepped through the door
or was it the ceiling
I stood and beheld Your beauty
This worn-out skin is pealing
I will never again praise You because of duty
I want my heart to break
for the things that make
Your heart break