It must have been him
Just a glimpse of a face in the crowd
That’s all it takes
My heart is racing
I stand in a trance
As I stare at the back of a bus
Knowing there’s no use denying
I can’t stop thinking about us
The story of a heart
The story all of it mine
Then you took it from me
Every glorious line
I was safe and warm
And now I’m out in the cold
And I know I shouldn’t have told my story
Story of a heart
I laid myself open wide
Yet to read the pages
Where the ink hadn’t dried
All emotions pent up inside, my story
I try to resist
But the images keep coming through
So many years
Still I’m defenseless
The house by the lake
His hands resting awhile on the oars
Speaking with quiet conviction
Carefully unlocking doors
The story of a heart
The story all of it mine
Then you took it from me
Every glorious line
I was safe and warm
And now I’m out in the cold
And I know I shouldn’t have told my story
Story of a heart
I laid myself open wide
Yet to read the pages
Where the ink hadn’t dried
All emotions pent up inside, my story
Did he see me
Or did I just imagine it all
Putting a face on a stranger
A face I find more and more hard to recall
The story of a heart
I laid myself open wide
Yet to read the pages
Where the ink hadn’t dried
Swept away and lost in love
What was I to do
I just had to read it to you, my story
The story of a heart
The story all of it mine
Then you took it from me
Every glorious line
I was safe and warm
And now I’m out in the cold
And I know I shouldn’t have told my story
Story of a heart
I laid myself open wide
Yet to read the pages
Where the ink hadn’t dried
All emotions pent up inside, my story
