The heart believes in something more than what's been said The heart's a two faced fortune teller It strangles honesty and ties it to a post, When a seat upon a barstool would be better. I do not dare to raise my head or move my limbs To see the valley in this state I fill my glass and let the evening take its shape, Spinning knives with luckless lovers time and fate You're shining still You're a lantern on a hill And I would burn into the ground To take you home Louder grow the words that fall from fortune's jagged lips, The anchor and the diving bell And though I fear I may be rudderless at sea, I, I, I have searched for ground in deeper wells. You're shining still Oh, you're a lantern on a hill And I would burn into the ground To take you home, home, home To take you home, home, home To take you home, home, home To take you home, home, home Oh, you're shining still Oh, you're a lantern on a hill And I would burn into the ground To take you home The heart believes in something more than what's been said The heart's a two faced fortune teller.