Matters Of The Heart Testo

Broken heart, bloodshot staresigns of a fool who cared too muchNow she's gone and he can't remember howto live without her touchHopin' to die but surely livin' to tellWhen it comes to matters of the heartthere is nothing a fool won't get used toSo he found someone afraid his heart would follow the heathe could hardly do more than pretendthough she knew in her heart that his love was aliveWhen it comes to matters of the heartthere is nothing a fool won't get used toNow of all the things love teachesall the ways that it opens our eyesnone more profound than the lesson he learnedthe day she walked out of his lifeWell when the road gets too narrowit's then he remembers her smileand he sees these words forming on her lipsacross a river of tears he once criedWhen it comes to matters of the heartthere is nothing a fool won't get used to