An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
His rhythmic breath
Soothes my blood
He seems so happy
I fear to wake him
An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
I need to wake him
Before the door to love
Is rusted shut
An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
His rhythmic breath
Soothes my blood
He seems so happy
I fear to wake him
An ant is sleeping in the corner of my heart
I need to wake him
Before the door to love
Is rusted shut
Queeni
ooh I love this! But you know that little ant is just faking sleep, sneaking an eye open every now and then, still too afraid to strut his stuff.