The heart moves in strange directions down darkened corridors of the soul.
The heart moves in strange directions,
down darkened corridors of the soul.
Just like a game of chess well played,
each player has his goal.
To find someone that measures up,
so that each standard might be met,
but often times we fall too far,
and many times forget.
How cruel that heartbreak really is.
How treacherous is the pain.
Yet still we try to fill that void,
for there is much we hope to gain.
Could I believe and try once more,
my love I'd be with you.
How I wonder if my heart would mend,
if we were ever through.
Chorus
Foolish heart, uncertain one why even play the game?
it always ends with sad good-byes, it always ends the same.
It's best not to look for what simply isn't there.
It's just best to close the heart and not care.