Loneliness invades the Heart House
Through the carelessness of unrequited love
Illusion fills the home, emotion
By invitation of unbridled passion

And what touches me is not you, much less your perfume
And what touches me is not your being, but your habits

And what touches me is not you, much less your perfume
And what touches me is not your being, but your habits

Your habits of saying no
Your habits of denying
Your habits of saying no
Your habits of denying

Your habits of a heart that doesn't know how to love
Your habits of a heart that doesn't know how to love