Broken little bird upon the ground
Hush now, don’t you make a sound
Why would you still lift your head and sing
The heart wants what it wants
And I love the broken things
Sweet child, hiding behind the door
It’s quiet now, but they’ll be fighting some more
Why would you still lift your head and sing
The heart wants what it wants
I love the broken things
Girl, you have fallen and ravaged your dress
Your needles were not made to mend
The world waits onstage for your beautiful mess
But you’d trade it all for a friend
A beautiful day / has broken into rain
Here we all stand at the grave just the same
Why would you still lift your head and sing
The heart wants what it wants
I love the broken things