they say that it's your heart that hurts,
when it lacks the love, to make it work.
your blood will boil, your chest will burst.
your foolish pride is at its worst.
and if you're blood's not scalding hot, it's freezing cold
your veins they clot, or scab.
like an electric chair, you know it's ending quick, and painful
with lonely hearts and foolish pride
it makes no difference, to be defined.
it's just the way we talk about,
when love runs out, when love runs out.
you'd think a heart thats broken, would just shrivel and compact.
the valves they'd shut, the pressure build,
the seams and sinews warp and crack.
i know that's quite poetic, you know that doesn't make it true.
in fact the brain does much more suffering, than a muscle like the heart will ever do
your minds a fragile thing, romance just wrecks its wiring
your senses dull, your logic's gone
and you can't even see or talk to anyone.
and if everything, just stays the same,
expands and then contracts.
and symbolism won't line up with scientific fact.
and when you say your heart's decaying, i know that's your way of saying,
you just don't know how to be on your own, you just don't know how to be on your own.
with lonely hearts, and foolish pride,
it makes no difference to be defined.
it's just the way we talk about,
when love runs out, when love runs out.
with lonely hearts, and foolish pride,
it makes no difference to be defined.
it's just the way we talk about,
when love runs out, when love runs out.
hearts don't break, people do
{david vertesi}
&.&.&.
Ray Lamontagne once said something along the lines of "just because I write sad songs, doesn't mean I experience them all the time. I simply find so much beauty in sadness"
as do i. this song, although i am not currently experiencing these emotions, resonates with me.
