| I know the way the story goes |
| The first part is the fun |
| We leave the room a little cold |
| To keep each other warm |
| Just for a minute |
| 'Fore the bombs are hitting |
| And every night it turns to war |
| Thought we had a vision |
| Don’t know what I see in us |
| No more |
| 'Cause we’re halfway broken |
| Trying to make up, damage already done |
| And it’s only one way down |
| Guess now we’ll join the club |
| 'Cause everyone falls so hard |
| And everything falls apart |
| But we know we still got heart |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Broken |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| I used to know your breathing sounds |
| You’d sound me off to sleep |
| Oh, we’re just lying quiet now |
| Both wide awake |
| But dreaming of the minute |
| 'Fore the bombs were hitting |
| And every night it turns to war |
| Thought we had a vision |
| Don’t know what I see in us |
| No more |
| 'Cause we’re halfway broken |
| Trying to make up, damage already done |
| And it’s only one way down |
| Guess now we’ll join the club |
| 'Cause everyone falls so hard |
| And everything falls apart |
| But we know we still got heart |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Here’s to Br broken ones |
| Here’s to the broken ones |
| Broken |
| Broken |
| Broken |