Wild Heart Songtext
von FUR

There is a rose,
No one knows
What is close to her.
There she goes,
On her own somewhere west of here

She′s the last of her kind,
Always there in the back of my mind,
Of my mind.

I'm tired of pressing on
Without a place to call home.
Talking like it′s fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone,
With a wild heart that I've long outgrown


There is a rose,
She never shows
What is close to her
There she goes,
On her own
There′s nothing left for her here

She′s the last of her kind,
Always there in the back of my mind,
Of my mind.

I'm tired of pressing on
Without a place to call home
Talking like it′s fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone,
With a wild heart that I′ve long outgrown

Oh make believe,
I was thinking you'd be there for me
Oh fantasy,
Only seeing what I want to see
Well you′re tapping your foot like you want to leave,
It's not like I asked you to marry me
The night that I told you what's wrong with me,
I thought that you′d see just how I feel