Somebody's holding my hand too tight
Somehow the moon doesn't look right
We used to be so simpatico

Someone is losing their way in the night
Usually I'm fit for the fight
But right now I'm so bound to let go

Heart malaise, it's not like my younger days
Where I could move freely without hanging on
To this heart malaise, the weight of the world's complaints
Balanced so evenly across every thought
Oh, this heart malaise...