Young boy Tender heart Too soft to touch Young girl Careless heart Too young to trust Young girl Takes his heart playfully Young girl Bruises it for all to see She left a hole in his head She swept his heart under her bed And he said Why are you not soft like the words my mother spoke? Why are you not sweet like the milk I used to drink? Why are you so unkind? Young Boy Hardened heart Too tired to trust Young girl Eager heart Too difficult to love He left a hole in her head He swept her heart under his bed And he said Why am I drinking bottles of beer I do not need? Why am I using words that I dont even mean? Why am I so unkind? Why do I disguise so much? Why am I still searching, still searching? Young boy running with his dusty soul Moving away from what he knows Trying to find a soft face thats kind But with his heart in chains he may not act in time Young boy, move closer Young boy, go to her Young boy, go kiss her Why do I love so much? Why am I still searching?