Illuminate the heart of my intention nThere is no clandestine motive on my side nI'll shadow my affection till this tension nCuts a swath across this city a mile wide nnEverywhere there's people holding hands here nI can barely hold myself together nnHeart is bona fide nStill won't set the ache aside nBlown to smithereens inside nAnd concealed in me nWhere a patience used to be nNow just void and vacancy nnI've scribbled every ridicule on creased notes nEyes are closed and I am counting down from ten nI'm carrying a rifle in my trenchcoat nTo make sure they will not question you again nnSwallowed by a crowd it always strikes me nI am never this alone on my own nnHeart is bona fide nStill won't set the ache aside nBlown to smithereens inside nAnd concealed in me nWhere a patience used to be nNow just void and vacancy nnIf I wrote a song like Daniel Treacy nWould you then consider wasting time on me?