Why do we let our hearts
Venture into dangerous parts
Knowing in our minds
The pain that we might find

Yet we ardently defend our right
To suffer our wounds without a fight
Holding at bay our urge for flight
When our souls encounter the darkest night

Why do we let our minds
Keep us from the love we might find
Knowing in our hearts
Love lies in dangerous parts

The moth who seeks the flame
Plays a sweet but deadly game
Instinct draws him near
Not emotion so he feels no fear
Surrounded he is doomed
By beauty he's consumed

So we ardently defend our right
To suffer our wounds without a fight
Passion not instinct leads us on
Through the pain that somehow makes us strong

Our wounded hearts as the crimson dawn
Venture into the light like a newborn fawn 
As the healing rays cause the darkness to fade
Our courage grows from the journeys we've made

So we ardently defend our right
To suffer our wounds without a fight
Logic cannot always rule
Even though many may call us a fool
We know in our heart of hearts
That true love lies in dangerous parts

And when we let our hearts be brave
We may find love along the way
Not always love that means romance
But loyal friends we gain by chance

As we ardently defend our right
Throughout our lives for love to fight
We know no matter what the form
The loves we lose we'll always mourn

But let our wounded hearts believe
That though we for a time may grieve
The love we gave and we received
Will live as memories in our hearts
Of journeys made through dangerous parts