Post for Rasputina
After the band had finished, Rasputina sat down at one of the tables for awhile. She felt somewhat exhausted... I clearly had been some time since she was a child. It seemed so strange how time could be the most fleet of feet.
Rasputina felt a song coming over her as she sat there. Finding her cello, she walked up to the stage. The rest of the band had left for a break, that was ok, she did not need an accompaniment on this song. Making a few tests of the strings, she began the song:
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I’ll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart
There’s a sun shining in the sky
But that’s not the reason why I’m feeling warm inside
The answer isn’t classified- it’s my heart
From the moment I started
I tried to be good about it
Yes I’ve tried my best
And more or less, I spoke from my heart
There’s a lot to be learned
And you learn when your heart gets burned
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I’ll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart
Hearts can never be owned
Hearts only come on loan
If I want it back
I will take it back
I’ll take my heart
But I will try my best
And more or less
I will speak from my heart
Yes, I will speak from my heart
Speak from my heart
There’s a lot to be learned
And you learn when your heart gets burned
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart
You know how easy it is to tear it apart
If I lend it to you, would you keep it safe for me
I’ll lend it to you, will you treat it tenderly
There’s something beating here inside my body
And it’s called a heart...
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It's called a Heart - Depeshe Mode
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