Matter of the Heart

It's just this time of night
 When all the living
 When all my work is done...
 It's just this kind of day
 When all the hours fade
 And circle into one...
 No healing voice
 No curve of skin
 To warm this empty place
 So I
 Sink down into the earth
 Down into the space...
 There's something missing...
 Come the morning
 Will I be myself again?
 As light is forming
 Will I see the image change?
 For the moment
 Here in the dark
 It all comes down
 To a simple matter of the heart...
 There's just this time of life
 When all that's certain
 Is the company of one...
 There's just this kind of love
 That everybody needs
 But never seems to come...
 Each living soul
 Seeks loving hands
 To touch the hurt they've seen
 And I
 Can feel it in my bones
 And underneath my skin...
 There's something missing...
 Come the morning
 Will I be myself again?
 As light is forming
 Will I see the image change?
 For the moment
 Here in the dark
 It all comes down
 To a simple matter of the heart...
 Come the morning
 Will I be myself again?
 As light is forming
 Will I see the image change?
 For the moment
 Here in the dark
 It all comes down
 To a simple matter of my heart...
 Come the morning
 Will I be myself again?
 A simple matter of the...
 As light is forming
 Will I see the image change?
 Here in the dark
 It all comes down
 To a simple matter of my heart...