We were always ducking and weaving
Our fists raised high and our heads bowed down
You let your guard drop once I swung
Missed, and then you knocked me out
I woke up in another country
And I pulled my head out of the ground
I got a postcard from my family doctor
It read «Your test results are in the clouds
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound»
And now I’m working in the lemon orchard
I pick the lemons to make lemonade
You drink the juice but you don’t taste the fruit
You get the warmth without the burning pain
Well I know I’m on a sinking ship
From the mast I watch the whole fleet drown
A&R going overboard
And say «Call me when you’re back in town
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound»
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
It’s the wick burning out on a candle
A lethal dose piercing your vein
The last spin of a propeller
As the engine fails on a plane
All six strings snapping at once
The floods first drop of rain
A cheap backstabbing in an alleyway
Or a bullet in the president’s brain
The sound remains the same
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When a heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
1 | Neon Blue |
2 | Her Hands |
3 | Cold Feet |
4 | Position Vacant |
5 | Hurtsville |
6 | Love Is Gone |