Tekstovi: Blues Traveler. Truth Be Told. Sweet and Broken.

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 honey 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