this is my story, a story of a heart, and all of it mine, 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, and 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, i try to resist, but the images keep coming through, so many years, still i'm defenceless, the house by the lake, his hands resting a while on the oars, speaking with quiet conviction, carefully unlocking doors, story of a heart, i laid myself open wide, let 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, never given up, i look for you everywhere, time went by and sadness took the place of despair, in a way you'll stay with me 'til death do us part, like a shadow deep in my heart forever, (the story of a heart, the story all of it mine), it's a story of a heart, (and you took it from me, every glorious line), a story of a heart, (i was safe and warm, and now i'm out in the cold), i'm giving it back, the story of a heart, i laid myself open wide, let 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, a story of a heart, and all of it mine, now you've heard my story
