Tác giả : Rick Springfield
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His hair was bible black, face like a priest 
His fingers clutched the precious box and silent as a dream 
He hid behind the dark sunglasses 
You caught your breath 
You thought he was beautiful 
You didn't hear his silent scream 
As he spread the dead man's ashes 
Your always trying to find your worth 
In the eyes of someone new 
You may not think you need this baby but i think you do 
 
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart 
(deep in your system) 
You're just searching in the dark 
For a reason to believe 
You need religion of the heart 
 
You raise your glass, you drink their wine 
But you're still thirsty all the time 
No miracles tonight, and you'll skip the midnight masses 
It'll be okay in the cool clear, bright light of the day 
But you just seem so scattered 
As though nothing mattered baby 
 
You're always trying to heal yourself in someone else's skin 
Turn the thieves out of the temple baby and let it in 
 
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart 
(deep in your system) 
You're just searching in the dark 
For a reason to believe 
You need religion of the heart 
 
Oh, you think that i am only joking, and it all comes down to nothing 
And i'm just talking to your fear but i 'm not 
No, i'm not, and you stand in the field of fire 
 
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart 
(deep in your system) 
You're just searching in the dark 
For a reason to believe 
You need religion of the heart 
 
Religion of the heart