Tekstovi: Suzanne Clachair. Serenade. The Heart.

The heart is a funny thing
With a mind all its own
It withers like a garden
Left untended and alone
And the thorns of loneliness invade
And destroy what they can't steal

So easy to hurt
But oh so hard to heal

I know, I've had it happen to me
Time and time again
And it feels just like being turned down
But your one and only friend
So don't fool yourself by saying
That it won't hurt
The pain's not real

So easy to hurt
But oh so hard to heal

So don't fool yourself by saying
That it won't hurt
The pain's not real

So easy to hurt
But oh so hard to heal
So easy to hurt
But oh so hard to heal
Hard to heal