Glen Hansard

"What happens when the heart just stops" by Glen Hansard

So what happens when the heart just stops, stops caring for anyone?

The hollow in your chest dries up and you stop believing.

So what happens when the heart gives up but the body goes on living?

The blood crawls to a slow and stops and goes away.

Well we’ve got no-one to meet. No love we would beseech.

We only have ourselves to blame for everything.

There was no answer in the dust, and I'm missing you so much.

And now you're sleeping and I'm leaving empty-handed, waiting.

Time it will subside and we'll agree it was a given.

Well there was no standard we could set.

And the world it does regret to have to leave you in this state of bereavement.

You see I'm feeling everything. Nothing gets by.

There is this hollow in my chest. This time I won't forget.

There is no comfort in the eyes. They put us always to the test.

I can't prepare myself for that, but I’ll work it out in time.

There is a love that flows between us ever-changing everyday.

I worked myself up to a crawl but I'm not fearing it at all.

We have no reason left to stay and that's why we're leaving.

And there was no answer in the dust.

And the one I fear to trust

There is a lie that drags us beating and pulling into disappointment.

There’s a bad bone inside of me. All my troubles stated there.

"Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that.

Words fall through me and always fool me, and I can't react.

Games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out.

Take this sinking boat and point it home. We've still got time.

Raise your hopeful voice. You had the choice. You’ll make it now.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me and I can't go back.

Wounds that take me and erase me, and I'm painted black.

Well you have suffered enough and warred with yourself. It's time that you've won.

Take this sinking boat and point it home. We've still got time.

Raise your hopeful voice. You had the choice. You've made it now.

Falling slowly, sing your melody. I'll sing it loud.