Bring Me Back My Heart - Amy Speace

She sings herself to sleep when she’s alone

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

She lays between the Bible and the phone

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

Keeping track with pennies she’s collecting all the stash

A coin for every morning she awakes and he’s not there

She’s made a trail to guide his way back home

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

She remembers every whisper promise that was shared

False to dreaming, repeating each one like a prayer

With beads she counts through fingers, then…

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

Between the cradle and the mocking stone

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!

Bring me back my heart!