So you tell me that you're searching
for a...million dollar heart.
Yeah, one in mint condition,
like a diamond in the park.
But you're still yet to claim one,
and perhaps
you never could.
Some beauty kept in waiting,
before it's understood.

Yes, you tell me that you're searching
for a...million dollar heart.
Yeah, one of highest value,
like a vintage piece of art.
But you're still running empty,
and perhaps
I'm, too, the same.
Still locked inside this setting,
best, at times, to make some change.

Oh, is it realistic
to believe
this dream is real?
Does it ever make you wonder,
if you'll have
to make a steal?
And, how could you resist it,
when so much here seems at stake,
...to lay your very own out,
for the same part that could break?

Out to grant the sparkle,
in a set of priceless eyes.
Out to grant the promise,
of a love that never dies.
Do you search inside the darkness,
or the stars within the skies?

Out to meet you someone,
who won't ever say goodbye.
Out to find you something,
made of truth to never lie.
Are you selling out your fortune,
for what never could apply?