Hand on Heart - 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

Illusion's 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 h