1. I know my heart is not well
And I'm in a state of confusion

2. I used to hunt greatness
But now I'm prey to sailors

3. The miser pours me a cup of aloofness
And mixes it to justify my relief

4. If my life willed, it would have quenched
The heat of my heart with a sip of comfort

5. It would have made goodness beautiful
But it only finds blazing flames

6. So give me, my love, an antidote
And call me to reconcile