From a high branch above the street
Quiet wings and watching feet
They walk below with guarded eyes
Carrying storms they call their lives
They reach for warmth, they hold too tight
They say the wrong thing every time
A word, a look, a closing door
And something breaks a little more
Strange are the hearts below
Needing more than they can show
Building homes in someone’s soul
Then breaking what could make them whole
Strange are the hearts below
Always more than they can hold
Calling love and letting go
Strange are the hearts below
From wire to branch the days repeat
Same soft hurt in different streets
They want to stay, they pull away
They lose the words they meant to say
They fear the truth, they fear the fall
So they don’t say the things at all
A gentle thing they almost knew
Turns into something sharp and cruel
Strange are the hearts below
Needing more than they can show
Building homes in someone’s soul
Then breaking what could make them whole
Strange are the hearts below
Always more than they can hold
Calling love and letting go
Strange are the hearts below
And maybe they don’t mean the harm
Maybe they just don’t know
How to hold another heart
Strange are the hearts below
Needing more than they can show
Building homes in someone’s soul
Then breaking what could make them whole
Strange are the hearts below
Always more than they can hold
Calling love and letting go
Strange are the hearts below