Oh, you lovesick fool, what can I do to make you think of smelling flowers again?
Hey, you lovesick fool, what can I do to make you think of other things?
You are so blessed, so pure, why do you think that all this will bring you peace?
So blessed, so sure, are you convinced that sex is the answer?
I listen with a hardened heart
I listen with the joy being a stranger
What can I do to make you still?
What can I do to give you peace?
Your very skin shows stress
Your feet keep moving around
You think of nothing at all
You're so steeped in obsession
Or is my jealous heart the thing that begs for silence?
Or is my jealous heart so cold?
Or is my jealous heart the thing that bears no reason?
Or is my jealous heart just merely beating there?
Beating for you, beating for you, beating
Beating for you
I listen with a hardened heart
I listen with the joy of being a stranger
What can I do to make you still?
What can I do to give you peace?
Is my jealous heart the thing that begs your silence?
Or is my heart so cold?
Or is my jealous heart the thing that has no reason?
Or is my jealous heart merely beating there?
Beating for you, beating there
Beating for you