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 any more

You’ve got to love her to see her

And in seeing there is hoping

Oh she’s so sweet

She’s sweet and broken

She’ll never tell you anything

She’s the fire that 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

Or 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 any more

You’ve got to love her to see her

And in seeing there is 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 if the words were spoken

They’d shatter on the floor

And once they’d broken open

Would it matter any more

You’ve got to love her to see her

And in seeing there is hoping

Oh she’s so sweet

She’s sweet and broken

And if the words were spoken

They’d shatter on the floor

And once they’d broken open

Would it matter any more

You’ve got to love her to see her

And in seeing there is hoping

Oh she’s so sweet

She’s sweet and broken

You’ve got to love her to see her

And in seeing there is hoping

Oh she’s so sweet

And broken

Extracted from the liner notes of the album «Truth Be Told»

Words &Music by J. Popper and Chris Barron