Dead hearts don't beat they tell me,
They're just frozen back in time.
I would beg to differ,
If only they heard mine.

This dead heart has rythym,
It beats to it's own tune.
It wasn't ready to be frozen,
The bite it came too soon.

It came before my heart found love,
A name to beat in time.
And so my heart stayed frozen,
Silent like a mime.

It waited for that certain day,
The far and distant past.
To see her face and long dark locks,
I heard a beat at last.

I saw her sing the song of death,
And dance to win the game.
Then our eyes and hearts they locked,
And nothing's been the same.

For love can make the heart restart,
And beat a tune once more.
Take it from it's frozen state,
Unthaw it from the core.