We're all born with a broken heart See, they carry you to your mother's arms screaming "I didn't ask to be here" We're all carrying someone else's grief You're a carnival of the unpleasant feelings They didn't know how to feel
And you're bitter to your bones, but you let it lie You keep running like the sun, could escape the sky
But I am breathing us The little lines on my fingertips will never run And although my cells divide You're in every one And we are made of dust Generations of particles that look like us And although I try to run You're in my blood
We're all more than the sum of our parts But you'll lie awake under a childhood ceiling That you cannot break We're all sure that we're in a false start And you're wide awake when you should be dreaming You hear your heart race
And you're bitter to your bones, but you let it lie You keep running like the sun, could escape the sky
But I am breathing us The little lines on my fingertips will never run And although my cells divide You're in every one And we are made of dust Generations of particles that look like us And although I try to run You're in my blood
Pick up all the pieces of the ones you love Pick up all the pieces that you own You're more than the pieces of the ones you love You're more than the blood inside your bones Pick up all the pieces of the ones you love Pick up all the pieces that you own You're more than the pieces of the ones you love You're more than the blood inside your bones
Compositores: Kyla Gemmel Bowen-la Grange (Kyla Bown-la Grange), Benjamin James Jackson (Ben Jackson) ECAD: Obra #31746063