I will lay down,
but only for a minute
I will talk now,
to the spirit that is kindred
There's a noise in this room,
it echoes,
it travels
I can hear myself speak, and slowly unravel
Did they mean to?
We have heartaches,
Tried and troubled by their mistakes
But they have heartaches,
Bruised and battered in their own way
Helpless,
the part that I was chasing Guess it does explain,
the way I've been behaving
There's a role that I've had, a role I was given
But the moment has come, the moment of admitting
They did not mean to
All along,
all along,
though we never really mean to
It's handed down,
handed down,
goes around,
comes around
They
have heartaches,
bruised and battered in their own way
We have heartaches,
heartaches,
heartaches They'll have heartaches,
heartaches,
heartaches
We have heartaches,
heartaches,
heartaches They'll have heartaches,
heartaches,
heartaches