A beautiful broken place,
that well of endless sorrow,
Sing like there's no tomorrow
That beautiful broken place
That gave you a curtained freedom
Your bane and your saving grace
You showed them you did not need them
That beautiful broken place
Sweet curse of disenchantment
That beautiful broken place
Strength of your greatest weakness
That usually goes to waste
Plug in the blue -eyed beacon,
that beautiful broken place
You could not outshine your twilight,
your demons were not outpaced
They still can scratch away at the good
The beautiful broken place,
the fuel to the early fires
Burn down the whole damn place,
no greater than your desires
That well of endless sorrow,
Sing like there's no tomorrow
Sing like there's no tomorrow
Sing like there's no tomorrow
No beautiful broken place you
