The girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion She's guarded by the skinny guy who limps from some infection Behind a veil of bleached thin hair, her eyes tell a story Like a photo of Berlin, December 1944 She's looking for a handout; she's been high for several weeks now She's too far gone for whoring, and the money just gave out And her heart still beats inside And the blood runs in her veins A remanent of life remains And her heart still beats inside The man finally comes to the door; I've seen him several times He always looks pissed off, and his sungla**es stay on I think he got his biceps and tattoos while in prison And it doesn't seem to bother him when he says "Go to hell" And his heart still beats inside And the blood runs in his veins A remanent of life remains And his heart still beats inside The thought, it comes to my mind, to somehow intervene But it could bring me trouble, and what could I do anyway? It's hard to be affected when it happens so often: To see a life unraveling through drawn venetian blinds I'm sickened by compa**ion, I'm stifled by my limitations Anesthetic apathy, take the pain away And my heart still beats inside And the blood runs in my veins A remanent of life remains And my heart still beats inside Oh God, we need you here We're sinking fast and we don't care The evidence is all around me On both sides of my door Our hearts beat Our hearts beat Our hearts beat Our hearts beat