What’s Broken Written by James Raymond
Looking
out on a buzzing city Molecules go flying by Standing here is a very lost
disciple How could it be that angels lie They lie . . .
Speaking
out in a frozen language You try to keep that heat inside Every face is a
masterpiece of lonely And every breath is rarified
Who wants to see an
abandoned soul Who wants to try and open it Who wants know what desperate
is Who wants to buy what’s broken
Dodging kindness like golden arrows
Shading treasure from uncivil eyes Tunnels steaming with the breath of a
dragon Cathedrals warming to the sunrise
Who wants to see an
abandoned soul Who wants to try and open it Who wants know what desperate
is Who wants to buy what’s broken
Looking out on a buzzing city
Molecules go flying by Standing here is a very lost disciple How could it
be that angels lie
Vocals - David Crosby Electric Guitar Solo,
Electric Guitar - Mark Knopfler Piano, Synth Bass, Fender Rhodes,
Synthesizer, Virtual Pedal Steel, Percussion Programming - James Raymond
Drums - Steve DiStanislao Acoustic Guitar, Vocals - Marcus Eaton
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