كلمات How The Heart Approaches What It Yearns

In the blue light Of the belvedere motel Wondering as the television burns How the heart approaches what it yearns In a fever I distinctly hear your voice Emerging from a dream, the dream returns How the heart approaches what it yearns After the rain on the interstate The headlights slide past the moon A bone-weary traveler Waits by the side of the road Where's he goin? I dream we are lying on the top of a hill And headlights slide past the moon I fold in your arms And your voice is the heat of the night I'm on fire In a phone booth In some local bar and grill Rehearsing what I'll say, my coin returns How the heart approaches what it yearns How the heart approaches what it yearns