Ryan David Orr

Fleeting Heart

03:13
Ryan David Orr
06/13/2016
Ryan David Orr

Lyrics

Blessed be, Cornelia, all of the beauty's not gone from the world.

All these weeping boys and girls in their fragile little worlds.

The ugly shell still hides a pearl.

And we cannot be reckless and also give in. Mother, we're animals.

Casting off our only virtue, when we think we wouldn't hurt you.

And become all the things that we ought not revert to

and on some sacred spectacular day when no one says anything,

we'll recall why we were silent, finding calm within the violence and a place to hide our anger.

And if they ask you to be honest, will you pretend you'd never lie? Would you unravel right before their very eyes? There is a sweetness in the longing, something so mournful there in love, and it's the fleeting heart you're always dreaming of.

You open this letter last, just before bed, every day for fifteen years.

But with no remaining tears, and you still can strain to hear

his voice as your train disappeared.

And the station stopped humming with casual talk and the world was as it had been:

full of enemies and friends, full of cold indifference, full of saints that grew up sinners.

And if they ask you to be honest, will you pretend you'd never lie? Would you unravel right before their very eyes? There is a sweetness in the longing, something so mournful there in love, and it's the fleeting heart you're always dreaming of.