I've been suffering from a lonely heart But the pain subsides when you hold me in your arms Both hands in yours, till an open door locks me key and chain I've been suffering from a lonely heart
And I've been suffering from an aching soul Things I've done seem haunt me cold I thought I'd quit, but the flame I lit burned out with the night I've been suffering from an aching soul
And I've been suffering from a hurting brain From the pleasure of my sin to follow pain Oh, this hypocrite just isn't fit for anything but death And I've been suffering from a hurting brain
I was suffering from a lonely heart But the pain it died when you held me in your arms Both hands in yours on a cross you bore I was crucified I was suffering from a lonely Yes, I was suffering from a lonely But I'm not suffering from a lonely heart
