Oh love, I've been crying out for you.

Can you hear, the whisper?

My heart can't keep standing up for you.

I can smell the timber.

It's tensil on the kitten.

Christmas on the floor.

You're stoned on the sofa.
My bags by the door.
Leave everything beautiful.

Behind the slamming door.

Oh mama, I know I am lost today.

I can't find my way back home.

This road always beckens me away.

My will spend out in the snow.

I think about elvis and how lonely he had been.

I think about jesus, and I think about the saints.

I think everything beautiful.

Comes from broken.

I've been keeping all my new songs, out of you.

I said a thousand times, they are not about you.

Just 2 blind people who will never see.

We've traveled too far, to give up gracefully.

We took what was magical, made it unrecognizable.

Polished and shined it to perfection.

Filled the cracks, wanting love to shine back.

Now it only shows our own reflection.

Pinching pain in the vain success.

And truly finding loneliness.

It will mark your love with passion and devotion.

Oh baby we're beautiful.

My god we are broken.

I think everything beautiful.

Comes from broken.