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"No Rest For The Wounded Heart" lyrics

No Rest For The Wounded Heart

Seems it came without a warning
Now heartaches knocking at your door
And this cold familiar stranger
Makes himself at home once more

So you climb onto that midnight train
Buy a one-way ticket
From your sorrow and pain
There's just no escape
When you run out of faith
And hope has locked that door

You say that love is a liar
A thief in the house of my dreams
Too many promises, too much pride
Now you carry your anger
Like a thorn in your side

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
There's no rest, no rest
For the wounded heart

Seems those city lights, they blind you
In your search for love's embrace
Ain't it funny when it finds you
How you turn and walk way?

You say love is a liar
A thief in the house of my dreams
There's just too many memories
Too much pain
Now love lies naked
In the pouring rain

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
No rest, no rest
For the wounded heart

Now, baby, I know
Just how hopeless it seems
But it's never too late to try
Cause you might end up
At the end of your life
Find out that you've been living a lie

Now the summer's but a memory
As the wind blows cold and strong
It's a God forsaken season
That last your whole life long

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
No rest, no rest

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
No rest, no rest

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
No rest, no rest

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart
Better run for cover
The sky's turning dark
No rest, no rest

And there's no rest
For the wounded heart
You build your castles
Then you tear them apart

Authors: Curt Cuomo, Robert Tepper