From the bottom of my heart
comes a whimper in the dark
like a starving animal that can't escape.
From the bottom of my heart
comes a smell like burning paint.
I can feel the color coursing through my veins.
From the bottom of my heart.
From the bottom of my heart.
That's where the trouble starts.
Sometimes I wish it wasn't there at all.
From the bottom of my heart
is a long long way to fall.
Sometimes it's easier to build a wall,
from the bottom of my heart.
There is no such thing as love.
The heart just pumps the blood.
So why do I feel it?
Why do I feel it pullin' me apart?
Why do I feel it?
Why do I feel it beating twice as hard?
Is there a spark at the bottom of my heart?
Is there a spark at the bottom of, the bottom of my heart?
From the bottom of my heart,
I can feel a little pinch
growing inch by inch until I cry.
From the bottom of my heart
I can almost see a light,
but it's probably just the dust blown in my eye.
From the bottom of my heart
If there's no such thing as love,
why am I drowning in this flood?
And why do I feel it?
Why do I feel it pullin' me apart?
Why do I feel it?
Why do I feel it beating twice as hard?
Is there a spark at the bottom of my heart?
Is there a spark at the bottom of, the bottom of my heart?
From the bottom of my heart.