Well of all the lonely men
In the whole wide world
You just came into my life
Struck at my heart
With a surgical knife
With the kind of expertise
Usually reserved for
Only the top fifteen percent
But I'm not counting up cent after cent
Well I tasted envy;
It tasted heavy
Now roll over
I tasted fear;
It cost me dear
So roll over
Over again
As envy remains
At the heart of love
Heart of love
Well I fell into a well
Whilst looking at the stars
You just tossed me down a rope
Lifted me back up that slippery slope
And although the skies are gray
I keep my conscience clear
And it's futile to contest;
I was a guest at the fountain of tears
Well I tasted envy;
It tasted heavy
Now roll over
I tasted fear;
It cost me dear
So roll over
Over again
As envy remains
At the heart of love
Heart of love
Jealousy
Is a currency
At the heart of love
There's a cavity
At the heart of Love
Heart of love