Here we are on this broken road.
We know each sign and each crack on the side.
One more time I’m stuck listening...
Scars on your fingers, you kept me close

We heard them coming, we felt their stares
And it hurt for both of us.
I’ll write myself a new song
I’ll trust myself a little more
And remind you how the broken window was fixed

It isn’t over. Just look what you did.
Like a game of snakes and ladders you slipped
And I was left to help you up again

I’ll write myself a new song.
I’ll trust myself a little more,
And remind you how the broken window was fixed

I need a new song.
Something to sing and believe.
Something with meaning and as complex as us.
Trust me a little, cry for a while
And remember that the broken window was fixed
That the letterbox still gets mail
And the clock still ticks.