Amy D. Barao

Amy D. Barao

BandCountryAdult Contemporary

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Lyrics

Where is my Ache

Written By: Amy Dwyer Barao

I want to feel the passion once there,
what’s left’s in my head not my heart.
I look at you and think of our flame,
brood over our trembling start.
And I don’t know how or if even to warm,
so chilled am I now by your unfeeling storm.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

You say you hope I’ll agree to return.
Regret your cruel lapse, now so sad.
But know when you fell, you severed the nerve
connecting my heart to my head.
I do want to feel the passion once there,
but it’s just oh so cold, nearly dead.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

Should we go on with much less than once was,
or pack up our memories and go?
It’s true I can’t flee from my thoughts of our love, yet
my heart won’t renew its warm flow.
And now here’s the grief, boiling tears from my eyes
are bitter refuse, passion killed by your lies.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
I know I can’t rebuild my trust for you, but
I’ll manage to mend my bruised heart.

WHERE IS MY ACHE?

Written By: Amy Dwyer Barao

I want to feel the passion once there,
what’s left’s in my head not my heart.
I look at you and think of our flame,
brood over our trembling start.
And I don’t know how or if even to warm,
so chilled am I now by your unfeeling storm.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

You say you hope I’ll agree to return.
Regret your cruel lapse, now so sad.
But know when you fell, you severed the nerve
connecting my heart to my head.
I do want to feel the passion once there,
but it’s oh, just so cold, nearly dead.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

Should we go on with much less than once was,
or pack up our memories and go?
It’s true I can’t flee from my thoughts of our love, yet
my heart won’t renew its warm flow.
And now here’s the grief, boiling tears from my eyes
are bitter refuse, passion killed by your lies.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
I know I can’t rebuild my trust for you, but
I’ll manage to mend my bruised heart.

WHERE IS MY ACHE

Written By: Amy Dwyer Barao

I want to feel the passion once there,
what’s left’s in my head not my heart.
I look at you and think of our flame,
brood over our trembling start.
And I don’t know how or if even to warm,
so chilled am I now by your unfeeling storm.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

You say you hope I’ll agree to return.
Regret your cruel lapse, now so sad.
But know when you fell, you severed the nerve
connecting my heart to my head.
I do want to feel the passion once there,
but it’s oh, just so cold, nearly dead.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
Thought I could rebuild my trust for you, but
can manage my head, not my heart.

Should we go on with much less than once was,
or pack up our memories and go?
It’s true I can’t flee from my thoughts of our love, yet
my heart won’t renew its warm flow.
And now here’s the grief, boiling tears from my eyes
are the bitter refuse, passion killed by your lies.

Where is my ache for your eager touch?
Oh, why can’t I feel that sweet pain?
I know I can’t rebuild my trust for you, but
I’ll manage to mend my bruised heart.