There is a wrench in my heart,

Pulling out the bolts of the

Machinery.

There is a wrench in my heart,

Turning,

Around and around, before the

Whole mess comes

Tumbling down.

There is a wrench in my heart,

Drinking the blood.

It knows no passion because

I never told it

The truth

There is a wrench in my heart.

It got loose from the toolbox

And wandered over skin and bone

To the center of life.

There is a wrench in my heart

That opened me up to something

More.

Turning and turning, it squeaks

Against the rust, letting the 

Torrents flood out

Buried beneath,

There is a wrench in my heart

Turning me apart