MY HEART STILL BEATS
(BRAVE SAINT SATURN)
Girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion...
She's guarded by the skinny guy who limps from some infection.
Behind a veil of bleached, thin hair,
Her eyes tell a story,
Like a photo of Berlin, December, 1944.
She's looking for a handout,
She's been high for several weeks now...
She's too far-gone for whoring and the money just gave out...
And her heart still beats inside...
And the blood runs in her veins...
A remnant of life remains,
And her heart still beats inside...
A man finally comes to the door,
I've seen him several times.
He always looks ticked off,
And his sunglasses stay on...
I think he got his bracelets and tattoos while in prison,
And it doesn't seem to bother him when he says, 'Go to-....."
And his heart still beats inside...
And the blood runs in his veins...
A remnant of life remains,
And his heart still beats inside...
The thought it comes to my mind to somehow intervene,
But it could bring me trouble and what could I do anyway?
It's hard to be affected when it happens so often.
You see a life unraveling through drawn Venetian blinds.
I'm sickened by compassion!
I'm stifled by my limitations!
Anesthetic apathy come take the pain away!
And my heart still beats inside...
And the blood runs in my veins...
A remnant of life remains,
And my heart still beats inside...
Oh, Lord we need you here!
We're sinking fast and we don't care!
The evidence is all around me,
On both sides of my door...
Our hearts beat...
Our hearts beat...
Our hearts beat...
Our hearts beat...