My heart wants to follow where my head says to stop, I swallow my sorrow and begin to walk.

My heart is jumping and dancing and free but my head is weary and causious indeed.

My heart wants to see what may happen next, my head wants to hide and move on for the best.

My heart is optimistic, happy and open but my head can see that the heart can be stolen.

My heart is blind to what my head can pr...