I've been suffering from a lonely heart
But the pain subsides when you hold me in your arms
Both hands in yours, till an open door locks me key and chain
I've been suffering from a lonely heart

And I've been suffering from an aching soul
Things I've done seem haunt me cold
I thought I'd quit, but the flame I lit burned out with the night
I've been suffering from an aching soul

And I've been suffering from a hurting brain
From the pleasure of my sin to follow pain
Oh, this hypocrite just isn't fit for anything but death
And I've been suffering from a hurting brain

I was suffering from a lonely heart
But the pain it died when you held me in your arms
Both hands in yours on a cross you bore I was crucified
I was suffering from a lonely
Yes, I was suffering from a lonely
But I'm not suffering from a lonely heart