I have a heart that`s made of wood
And I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
I have no love but only goals
How very empty is my soul
It is a soul that feels no thrill
It is a soul that could easily kill
And I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
Yeah yeah
I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that`s made of wood
And I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
No, no, I`m not fit to touch
The hem of your garment