I am hunting my wayward heart. br I can feel that steady drum beat, br Following the ruby river br With fingertips like bloodhounds, br Tracking it to the source. br But continually the heart flees, br Running from this pain br That only ardor can inflict. br We all know it is only amour br We must armor ourselves for. br Love is a machete br Slashing on both sides - br As you fall into love, br And as you fall out - br All the time while under its spell br We are like sleepwalkers br Balancing on the single edge br That does not cut.