Текст Stan Rogers – A Matter Of Heart

We live in fear of no one to love us
Of feeling like an empty hole
With no kind heart or strengthening hand
To light the dark and secret soul

Behind the walls of lonely protection
Afraid to give for what we may lose
And to hide our sin, or let someone within
Everyone will have to choose

Put your life on the line
Give your hand and pledge your time
To the love whose lips inflame you
Like some ancient and golden wine
And to all it’s a start in fulfilling greatest needs in part
For in whatever we dream of what we some day want to be
It’s a matter of heart

We like to think we know what we’re doing
We always like to be in control
The rational mind rules the passionate heart
Is what the ancient sages told

But that can sound a little bit hollow
When you’re sitting by the fire alone
And the rarest old wine tastes of ashes and brine
When you’ve no one there to keep you warm

The way in which our pride will stall us
When we know we should be losing control
Puts us in the fear of falling and we let it go
Our careful words are self-deceiving

Though we like to call them ‘pretense’ and ‘art’
But every old line is held in the mind
When it’s really just a matter of heart