Hand On Heart Lyrics - Red Lorry Yellow Lorry

So tell me what I pay for the price of freedom 

No healthy survival in rooms unattached 

Just trying to touch you, but never to hold you 

In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

In this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions 

You've stretched my condition, my head is all fire 

With gates made of iron, like a lamb to the slaughter 

Emotional torture is a game you enjoy 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

The importance of nothing, your own bleak conclusion 

Illusions an answer, but never the healer 

And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime 

The power to hold me, your pleasure to gain 

It's a dicey situation I have found myself in 

It's a dicey situation I have found myself in 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

You've got your hand on my heart 

On my heart