Foolish Hearts

Foolish Hearts

In the darkness there’s a heartbeat,
foolish, foolish.
There is silence where the roads meet,
loveless, loveless.
The wind is cold and cruel,
the night is long and dark.
Not a single leaf is stirred
on the branches of the trees
in the park.
There is terror in the air,
there’s a whisper on the breeze.
Everyone is sleeping, sleeping,
no one scarcely breathes.
The children cry, the children cry,
cold and lonely in their beds.
There’s not a one, there’s not a one,
with comforting thoughts
inside their heads.
The night is young, the night is young,
its creatures are now stirring.
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear,
their hungry, deadly purring?