I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain
I saw the light, burnt a hole through the darkness
I followed you home, but kept hold of my pain,
'cause I left before and that loss still haunts us,
but now I've come back to wash out the stains.
Why does the clock dictate what is time?
The beat of our hearts, the reason and rhyme,
'cause we know the rhythm, but we push it away,
we think tomorrow, but its only today.
If that day shall rise, if fate takes you away,
I'll remember the song, I'll remember the pain
'cause I've stepped to the corner to see where we've been
if this crumbles my heart I'll build it back again.