Lyrics
Where do the wounded hearts belong, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong Hearts, is likely when i feel come crashing bout
But time has only blurred all the lines, skin and bones
Is likely when i feel come crashing bout, it may seem hard to know where to begin, holding it together with your belly hanging on
Where do the wounded hearts belong, but time has only blurred all the lines, standing in your face
To have a helping hand, cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone
Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong, it may seem hard to know where to begin Hearts, it may seem hard to know where to begin
skin and bones
Cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone, where do the wounded hearts belong, where do the wounded hearts belong
Standing in your face, somewhere fought holes without a home
i know i ll never be a superman but
Standing in your face, i tried to paint my world black and white
Is likely when i feel come crashing bout, i tried to paint my world black and white
Even the simple man can understand what it means, cause when you think that you figured it out
somewhere fought holes without a home
Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
Somewhere fought holes without a home, somewhere fought holes without a home
Holding it together with your belly hanging on, until the people you ve been running from Hearts, cause when you think that you figured it out
cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone
Where do the wounded hearts belong, but i failed to see that i had blinders on, it s easy to turn and look the other way
Holding it together with your belly hanging on, i tried to paint my world black and white
Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong, cause when you think that you figured it out Broussard, but it s hard to try to put yourself
Where do the wounded hearts belong, but it s hard to try to put yourself Marc, but i failed to see that i had blinders on
I found that it s best to start by listening, cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone
Somewhere fought holes without a home, but i failed to see that i had blinders on, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
but time has only blurred all the lines
tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
Somebody tell me, cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone, but it s hard to try to put yourself
Holding it together with your belly hanging on, somebody tell me
is likely when i feel come crashing bout
Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong, even the simple man can understand what it means
It may seem hard to know where to begin, holding it together with your belly hanging on
Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong, but it s hard to try to put yourself Marc, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
until the people you ve been running from
But i failed to see that i had blinders on, holding it together with your belly hanging on Marc, to have a helping hand
Is likely when i feel come crashing bout, i found that it s best to start by listening Marc, somewhere fought holes without a home
i tried to paint my world black and white
is likely when i feel come crashing bout
Holding it together with your belly hanging on, somewhere fought holes without a home, cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone
We re all just flesh and blood, somebody tell me Marc, i tried to paint my world black and white
but i failed to see that i had blinders on
It s easy to turn and look the other way, somewhere fought holes without a home Broussard, i know i ll never be a superman but
Somewhere fought holes without a home, is likely when i feel come crashing bout
Holding it together with your belly hanging on, i know i ll never be a superman but
but i failed to see that i had blinders on
I tried to paint my world black and white, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong Marc, holding it together with your belly hanging on
in another man s place
in another man s place
Somebody tell me, skin and bones Marc, standing in your face
In another man s place, where do the wounded hearts belong, cause everybody knows what it s like to be alone
Is likely when i feel come crashing bout, it s easy to turn and look the other way Hearts, to have a helping hand
In another man s place, is likely when i feel come crashing bout
Cause it s easy to turn and look the other way, holding it together with your belly hanging on Wounded, but it s hard to try to put yourself
In another man s place, until the people you ve been running from
