一聽音樂網

By michael mcdonald
Broken heart, bloodshot stare,
Signs of a fool who cared too much
Now she抯 gone and he can抰 remember
How to live without her touch
Hopinto die but surely livinto tell
抍ause when it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to
After all the whiskey and wisdom he could swallow
He thought it was time to start loving again
So he found someone and prayed his heart would follow
But he could hardly do more than pretend
And though she knew in her heart that his love was lie
When it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to
Well, of all the things love teaches
Of all the ways that it opens our eyes
No more profound than the lesson he learned
The day she walked out of his life
When the road gets most narrow
It抯 then he remembers her smile
And he sees these words forming on her lips
Across a river of tears he once cried
抍ause when it comes to matters of the heart
There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to
No there is nothing a fool won抰 get used to