…
Sipping my last drink, whiskey
About to call it a day, goodnight
In the dim lights
Looking for sanity in the madness
What is it, that keeps tomorrow alive?
What is it?

It must be a heart of gold
That keeps the flame burning
That keeps the lane from turning

It feels like black paint, my world
Waves over my head, oh my mind
Vast endless ocean
Gasps of breath, and few more later
Thank god, dream it was
What is it, that wakes me up?
What is it?

It must be a heart of gold
It must be your heart of gold
That keeps the flame burning
That keeps the lane from turning

Some bread, some butter for the dog, Pepper
Walking by the crowd on empty streets
The wearing sun at moon’s place, again
Still searching for the light
Hoping to find someone back home
What is it, that keeps the feet moving?

It must be your heart of gold
That keeps the flame burning
That keeps the lane from turning

Losing ones dear to me, few left now
Growing old with heartache, time lapsing
Broken windows and shuttered doors
The fault lies within, within me
And the music to fix it, far away
What is it, that still plays the soothing piano?

Must be your heart of gold
That keeps the flame burning
That keeps the lane from turning

What is it, that sings the song?
And the birds dance?
Must be your heart of gold

What is it, that keeps the truth?
It’s your heart of gold

Oh… hum… your heart of gold
Yeah… it’s your heart of gold

Oh… yeah… heart of gold

— KM [July’18]