Heart race
To love or to be loved—
Truly, what an ordeal.
The more the doors are shoved,
The stronger I can feel.
It isn’t ’bout the chase;
It’s something much more real.
I’d rather run the race
Then by your place—to kneel.
To love or to be loved—
Truly, what an ordeal.
The more the doors are shoved,
The stronger I can feel.
It isn’t ’bout the chase;
It’s something much more real.
I’d rather run the race
Then by your place—to kneel.