(su Sally Dworsky ir Robert Fripp)

"Come lay your head upon my breast," she said
"Come turn your worries into mine
I want to hear it all, so let your fortress fall
And you'll be fine"
Then she said

(When you're tired of all your sorrows)
(Just fire your guns and arrows)
(And nail me through my heart)
(Oh, this open heart)

Told her all the things I kept inside
The things I wouldn't tell a soul
She smiled and took my hand
With a look of understanding she eased it all
Then she said

"When you're tired of all your sorrows
Just fire your guns and arrows
And nail me through my heart
Oh, this open heart
Take me for my heart
Oh, this open heart"

She gave herself up to me
The first to touch her soul
She cried and kissed my hand
With a look of understanding she eased it all
Then she said

"When you're tired of all your sorrows
Just fire your guns and arrows
And nail me through my heart
Oh, this open heart
Just love me for my heart
Oh, this open heart"