From the recording Welcome to the Victory Lounge

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Lyrics

This bleeding heart of mine feels broken all the time
Feeling blue is nothing new, and I'm not trying to whine
About yesteryear
With shallow tears
Summer don't mean much; there's lions in the brush
No matter how much wine I drink, I still miss your touch
But scabs will come
Ad nauseam

I feel foolish; I feel weak
And I probably shouldn't speak
But what I wouldn't give to hear your voice this evening
And if I do, I'll say to you
All the things I'm wanting to
Say the things I couldn't say before
But you can't hear me anymore

The dust has cast its spell, and everyone can tell
Along the way I have become a sad and jaded shell
Of who they knew
But I withdrew
This world is not all laughs, not like in photographs
We're incomplete and searching for our fabled better half
And those in need
Alone will bleed

I feel foolish; I feel weak
And I probably shouldn't speak
But what I wouldn't give to hear your voice this evening
And if I do, I'll say to you
All the things I'm wanting to
Say the things I couldn't say before
But you can't hear me anymore

I feel foolish; I feel weak
And I probably shouldn't speak
But what I wouldn't give to hear your voice this evening
And if I do, I'll say to you
All the things I'm wanting to
Say the things I couldn't say before
But you can't hear me anymore