A heart cannot be broken,
It’s a phrase without a cause,
It’s a detour from the hidden truth,
All decked in frilly gauze.

Its denial in a ribbon,
an excuse to stay in bed,
an imaginary sickness
we create within our heads.

If you slather on the margarine
And never eat your greens,
If you run the organ high and low
And pick apart its seams,

There’s a chance that you could wear it down,
A chance your blood could clot,
But darling dearest, hear me true ,
Hearts cannot be distraught.

So wash your tearstained, ruddy face,
Just soap away the pain,
Turn the tap on to full blast
And rinse it down the drain.

Smile with the knowledge
That your heart is still intact,
Of the living, beating piece of you
That no-one can quite crack.

Cause’ that song is on the radio
That always made you dance,
Your free of all confinements
And your feet just want to prance.

There’s nothing deep inside you
That’s destroyed beyond repair,
You may feel like you’re in a rut,
But who said life was fair?

Your systems’ working perfect,
So forget your tarnished soul,
If you never leave the house again
Its you who’s in a hole.

Just slide your feet into these shoes,
We’ll dance from front to back,
While the movement of our giddy feet

Prevents
A
Heart
Attack.