Everything we have  Is exactly what it seems  No use to add it up  Arms won't reach for it  Legs won't run to it  What if, and much to much  Now that you've sold the prize  What's left to compromise again  Bold words on a megaphone  Barbed wire everywhere we turn  Vampire at a one alarm fire  She takes a seat right beside you  If it's in your heart  Eyes not imagery  What we use to view the world  How we choose to view ourselves  Arms won't reach for it  Legs won't run to it  What if you've lost the touch,  If it's in your heart.