Aching Heart - Scarlett Jane

Sunday morning I can’t get out of bed

No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head

You took the old piano that used to play our song

You left me with a broken heart, where did we go wrong

And you’ll go your way

And I’ll go my way

We’ll go our way this time

chorus:

I’ve got an aching-heart

There’s a hole right through the middle

And I can’t explain how it hurts me missing you

I’ve got an aching-heart

I’m losing myself over you, over you

Lost in memory

It gets me through the day

Like the time you picked me wild flowers from the side of the highway

The night you brought me dancing beneath that prairie sky

We fell into each others arms and watched the night go by

And now you go your way

And I’ll go my way

And we’ll go our way this time

And I know that as the days get cold you won’t be by my side

It’s so hard to let you go

, over you

Sunday morning I can’t get out of bed

No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head, in my head