Breaking

There is colour in the breaking of a heart
Never gonna be the right time, never a good place to start
Everyone brings their baggage, we’re not sixteen
We’ve all got a history, it’s never gonna be clean

There is colour in the breaking of a heart
Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking

My silver lining went from shiny to black
Fog settled in and I couldn’t see the track
Fingers going numb, slow dying of the spark
Gotta find me some sheltеr before dark

Therе is colour in the breaking of a heart
Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking

There is colour in the breaking of a heart
Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking

Pull myself from the wreckage I’m covered in shame
Walk away from the damage, walk away from pain
Pull the pin and take cover and I find out who I am again
Burstin' with a new love, the wreckage days are done

Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking
Whoa, breaking