Peter Murphy Blue Heart
How rich is your surface How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof
