Broken Window Blues

(hummmm) (ahhhh) We, we can't keep doing this We,

we always seem to just miss

Can't keep this broken posture if

You can't keep up the most of your faults Couldn't bear the

results

Everything breaks eventually

What does it take,

if it's not meant to be

Broken window, glass shards on the floor I've cried about this

so many times before

Standing on the edges of a fragile dream

Stitch the fabric together at the tearing seam

But the pressure of the weight is growing too cold

Stories of the past that have already been told

Everything

breaks eventually

What does it take,

if it's not meant to be

Broken window, glass shards on the floor

I've cried about this so many times before

Glass shards on the floor (hummmm)

Not anymore