Our Hearts Are Still Burning

There’s a chilling wind that’s rolling in

There are people growing far too cold to go on

There’s a harvest whose crops are wearing thin

And there’s a boy whose getting far too lonely to cope with

The heat of the lives of his lover’s goodbyes

A kettle left boiling

The heat of his actions, just sums and subtractions of

A working class life

And I walked down this old abandoned street

I see a widow weeping at her frosted window

Nothing but dirt warming her feet

Her only hope got lost among the clouds and the

The heat of the lives of her lover’s goodbyes

A kettle left boiling

The pain of her actions, just sums and subtractions of

A working class life

So on goes the hunger and short-lived solutions

We cannot keep breaking our own resolutions

The clock will keep ticking, the Earth will keep turning

But under the rubble our heart are still burning

Our hearts are still burning, oh our hearts are still burning

There’s a chilling wind that’s rolling in

There are people growing far too cold to go on

There are demons trapped beneath my skin

And I am growing, growing too blind to see

The heat of the lives of my lover’s goodbyes

A kettle left boiling

The pain of her actions, just sums and subtractions of

A working class life