Beautiful Sound - Jack Ladder

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