So, where do I begin this, my love?Am I blowing down your door way?If so then I'll rebuild it this timeAnd I'll be on my wayCome if you believe meCome if you remember the wayIf not then I will find you this timeWishing you had stayedBecause itIt wants what it wantsThe heart doesIt wants what it wantsThe heart, the heartIt wants what it wantsThe heart doesIt wants what it wantsThe heart, the heartSo, how do I forget this, my love?And when do I belong here?If trouble is a pathway we buildThen I'm a pioneerBlame it on the illnessBlame it on the winter we've hadBut suddenly the finger I pointedIs on the other handPushing the nightBending the lightI succumb toI succumb to itPushing the nightBending the light