Habit Without Heart Songtext
von Salem Hill

Don′t believe in much
I used to believe in less
And the mixing of lewis heinlein
And poe leaves a pretty fine mess
The few times we speak anymore
Habit without heart
I still believe it's part of me
But i′m bitter disillusioned angry and ready for venting in some vain display


Habit without heart pretense as an art
Absurdities of life have won
Habit without heart perhaps too late to start
To change the little patterns that get deeper every day

I don't believe in much
I wish I believed in more
But the ancient uttered phrase and my nihilistic
Ways like water and oil accord the few times
I'm there anymore habit without heart
I still love you you′re part of me but i′m searching not finding losing and ready for venting in some vain display

Habit without heart pretense as an art
Absurdities of life have won
Habit without heart perhaps too late to start
To change the little patterns that get deeper every day

You give me life water above you pour it on when i'm thirsty for love you show me light lamps at my feet patterns and mysteries perfectly complete I turn my back on you you give me life wine manna doves you fill me up when i′m hungry for love you give me hope days beyond days mansions of brilliance a glorious gaze I turn my back on you