We were always ducking and weaving Our fists raised high and our heads bowed down You let your guard drop once I swung Missed and then you knocked me out I woke up in another country When I pulled my head out of the ground I got a postcard from my family doctor Who read your test results are in the clouds When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound Well I'm workin in the lemon orchard I pick the lemons to make lemonade You drink the juice but you don't taste the fruit You get the warmth without the burning pain Well I know I'm on a sinking ship From the mast I watched the whole fleet drown Your not going overboard And said call me when your back in town When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound