i read a story   didn't like the ending   'cause it left me cold and dark   read the first and the last part   to the end, from the start      if you had to tell me   tell me something   something really, really hard   you'd expect me to listen    to each and every part      am i talking to myself   am i talking to the dark   am i talking to myself   or are you talking to my heart      slipped through my fingers   another worn out singer   crumpled pages, tore out heart   leaves me frustrated   peering through the dark      tell me how i blew it   i'll put it to music   and we can fix this steel-string heart   then this faceless forgiveness   could be a real work of art      am i talking to myself   am i talking to the dark   am i talking to myself   or are you talking to my heart      am i talking to myself   am i talking to the dark   am i talking to myself   are you talking to my heart      are you talking to my heart   are you talking to my heart   are you talking to my heart