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