My friends, we are battered We're broken, we're shattered We're bruised, but we're still standing up The beauty, the magic The terror, the tragic The cost of admission for love Oh-oh
The best hearts are broken The best hearts are broken
Oh, oh Oh, oh
I want somebody who has been through hell To tell me that I'm gonna be alright Advice that never really sits that well Unless it's coming from someone who's lost the fight
I wanna hear from the sinners, the quitters The late night admitters That they've done more wrong than done right The honest assessment How they learned their lessons The hard way and still found the light
The best hearts are broken The best hearts are broken
So Lord, I pray That I can love Like the ones who've been destroyed and stood back up Somehow stay open
