I was walking in the morning
But the heart fell foul
I was rolling in the evening
But the heart fell foul
I was talking, I was roaring
And the heart fell foul
I was seeing, not believing
When the heart fell foul
I had emotions in my employ
But the heart fell foul
I had something I could enjoy
But the heart fell foul
I tied up ends that were never loose
But the heart fell foul
I enjoyed the calculation
Spoke to Carlos Castaneda
But the heart fell foul
I sank my teeth in further
But the heart fell foul
Days wandered away
And the heart fell foul
You ran to the edge of the continent
But the heart fell foul
Was I pulling at a shoelace
As the heart fell foul?
Did I see beneath your wet face
As the heart fell foul?
I called for cards and missing shards
As the heart fell foul
You preferred to feed the senses