The Curse Of An Aching Heart - Fats Waller & His Rhythm

I’ve been sitting here

In this room

Writing about you

Just like you asked me to

When things get bad again

Just take your hand

And remember when

The good days they shined, through you

Dream weaver

You’ve lost your mind

Heart breaker

You’ve broken your stride

Sometimes I see you In the middle of the night

Your eyes were broken stones ink riddled motel heart

Wooden frame rib bones

With knowledge the sun will die

Late nights

No sleep, thinking if I had knocked

Would you let me in

See you hanging by the rafters In the winter wind

Remember the days

When we Sprawled out on the floor

Our heads in our hands

Thought we were done for

And every night I spent alone

Was another night I’d write you home

You told me it’ll be over soon.

Lets just lye here

Under the moon

We don’t need no negative face

We can run at our own pace

And the day you’d hide I closed my eyes I only wanted you By my side

Let’s forget what we were told

So sick of growing old

With car crash hands, accidents bound to happen

A rented out home of a heart It’s left beaten and blackened

So wrap your words around my neck

Help close my eyes and just forget

So wrap these words around my neck

Help close my eyes and just forget

Motel heart Motel heart