you told me martyrs suffer   the infinite and clear   the rest of us for want of   something to hold near   he hoped for a miracle   to take it all away   to feel like i do   if only for a day      picture a heart like an apple cart   marching faithfully never has to halt   and when it does it will be because he ran out of love   and when it does it will be because he ran out of love      see the snowcaps trapped   beneath the chins of great buildings   protecting them from nothing   and holding nothing in   i wish the weather would come inside and keep me company   fog grey thicker storm clouds these memories      picture a heart like an apple cart   marching faithfully never has to halt   and when it does it will be because he ran out of love   and when it does it will be because he ran out of love