Broken

He cries out her eyes
A fire unfurnaced
The curve of her spine
Is heaven unbound

But heaven is harsh
A fire unfaithful
like a bird that you hold in your palm
I know where you hang

I drive by there often
I spy on the circus
You make of your friends
Heaven is harsh

A fire unfaithful
Like a bird that you hold in your palm
Broken eyes in your head
Broken arms at your side

Broken bird on a string
Shake it 'til she sings
And you realize the suffering
By that broken baby wing

And you shake her 'til she sings
And you shake her 'til she sings
He cries out her eyes
As blue as her fingers

The curve of her ass
Is unparalleled
Heaven is harsh
A fire ungrateful

Like the bird you hold in your palm
Broken eyes in your head
Broken arms at your side
Broken bird on a string

Shake it 'til she sings
And you realize the suffering
By the broken baby wing
And you shake her 'til she sings

And you shake her 'til she sings