So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom
No healthy survival in rooms unattached
Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you
In this burning confusion, with hands made of clayYou've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heartIn this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions
You've stretched my condition, my head is all fire
With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter
Emotional torture is a game you enjoyYou've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heartThe importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion
Illusions an answer, but never the healer
And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime
The power to hold me, your pleasure to gainIt's a dicey situation I have found myself in
It's a dicey situation I have found myself inYou've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
You've got your hand on my heart
On my heart
Songwriters
CHRISTOPHER PAUL REED, DAVID WOLFENDENPublished by
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