I cannot sleep, my body talks so loud.
See, I lead you to my heart,
It is a winding way, the way to my heart;
It is thorn-beset and very long;
It is walled and buttressed; it is sentineled,
And none could ever find the way alone.
So take my hand,
And I will lead you to my heart.
Our hearts lie so close
That when your heart trembles,