Sweet And Broken

Blues Traveler

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