blues traveler
sweet and broken
She smokes my last cigarette She forgives me but I don't know it yet And I don't ask but sometimes why is beautiful She's a little cheap, but worth the wait Of honeyed kisses, sleeping late They steal my covers, but I'm just glad my bed is full And if the words were spoken They'd shatter on the floor And once they'd broken open Would it matter anymore You've got to love her to see her And in seeing there's hoping Oh she's so sweet She's sweet and broken She'll never tell you everything She's the fire the darkness brings And I get lost but that's just where I'm supposed to be She won't say why she cries At marigolds and butterflies And why her smile seems to hide a tragedy And if the words were spoken They'd shatter on the floor And once they'd broken open Would it matter anymore You've got to love her to see her And in seeing there's hoping Oh she's so sweet She's sweet and broken I see her rising through the trees She's like a wounded moon, gazing back at me And if the words were spoken They'd shatter on the floor And once they'd broken open Would it matter anymore And if the words were spoken They'd shatter on the floor And once they'd broken open Would it matter anymore You've got to love her to see her And in seeing there's hoping She's so sweet She's sweet and broken You've got to love her to see her And in seeing there's hoping She's so sweet She's sweet and broken