Joey Cape - Broken

^AShe, compelled by her caff^C#eine Our mother's lucid ^F#dream Keeper of our ^Dkeys ^AMe, the watcher on her w^C#all Our queen again to ^F#fall, Involuntary s^Dcene. Vicar^Dmious defeat We aren't ^Alike her. They aren't l^Eike her Brok^F#en So ^Dgo the planes that ^E7leave. Sur^Avivior ^Eon the ^F#wing ^DLonger the longing ^E7run. ^ABoth worlds ^Eleft ^F#undone Neither ^Done feels like ^E7home ^Abuilt from ^Erubble ^F#stone When ^Dall of our walls cave ^E7in If ^Aonly ^C#she weren't ^F#broken ^Doh uh ^E7oh If ^Aonly ^C#she weren't ^F#broken ^Doh uh ^E7oh If^A only ^C#she could ^Dleave I still b^E7elieve ^Dwe lay witness to good d^E7eeds ^DBut none of us are kings or ^E7queens Just peasant stock fa^Atigue