The Heart of a Fool

It's quite hard to let parts of yourself go
It's quite easy spilling your guts all over the bathroom stall
Every now and again every now and then
I can greet your ghostly gaze without flinching

The heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth
The fear of separation's all that unites us
What you pay for your live never costs that much

It's quite hard letting parts of yourself go
It's quite easy spilling your guts inside the confessional
I know my language has always been my limit
And this slurred speech is my own

The heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth
With the fear of separation

Not a clear conscience
Not a dry seat in the house