From the Bottom of Your Heart

Your own
You drain from your own
From the bottom of your heart
That's where to start

Head hanging low
Have the urge to press hold
Where we belong
Where we belong

Looks up
cnother one of those nights
We're in for a surprise
cround him at night

Put together hairs
Wearing our strong suits
Trembled voiced and sore
Trembled voiced and sore