A Wounded Heartache

Gently pressed into a chair in the back yard All that concrete and steel You put your fingers against the trigger Got into the shade and waited Pressed against the windows Theres something just left that we can fill With a wounded heartache But I'd rather hide a heartache..

I'd rather fight than face the prospect I'd rather go to the border of another life I'd rather you would be there It's only 'cause you've got to let me in I just can't win, lose or fail but you gotta let go

Go along and pray Theres something just left that we can fill With a wounded heartache I'm running away, hiding behind another disguise..