Don't say a word.
Don't tell me what you heard
There's something tonight,
That's killing soft and slight.

Here it comes again,
Lining up to place its bid.
To take a little piece of her and throw it away,
'Till there ain't anything left.

No need to lie,
Don't tell her that it's alright.
There's tears in the wine
Now falling down from her eyes
There's some awful things,
To each other that we can do.

And that people think that something good can come from them,
Well people then they're just fools.

They say you learn,
The more it burns,
But what good does that do?
If what you learn, don't help to bring,
The one you lost back to you?

There ain't no easy way to lose the heart,
You call your own.
And there ain't no easy way to make you feel okay,
But baby you're all that you own.

Don't make a move,
There's nothing now you can do.
Those tears in the wine.
Have burrowed down in her spine.
Here they come again,
Fallin' like a driving rain
To take a little piece of her and wash away,
Till nothing left can be saved.

They say you learn,
The more it burns,
But what good does that do?
If what you learn, don't help to bring,
The one you lost, back to you?

There ain't no easy way to lose the heart, you called your own.
And there ain't no easy way to make you feel okay,
'Cause baby you're all that you own.
And there ain't no easy way to make it feel okay,
'Cause baby you're all that you own.

Writer : CONNELL, ANDREW/DREWERY, CORINNE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing