Sound of a Broken Heart

Good morning, Mr. Good News

What are you gonna do?

Complain about your breakfast?

Pick a battle to lose?

It all comes down to if you're gonna take it all in stride

That hill you're dying on doesn't have a pot of gold

And you're running out of time, getting fat, and growing old

It all comes down to if you're gonna choose to stay alive

When you're hanging by a thread in the middle of the night

Hanging by a thread

And you're losing yourself at the speed of light

I hope that you can hear me through the sound of a broken heart

Through the sound of a broken heart

There is no denying everything is not lost

You're not ready to give in, so I keep taking the calls

You used to be the funny one with all the best dirty jokes

Now the jokes are wearing thin, so you walk a tightrope

And read all about yourself in yesterday's horoscope

A pearl in the oyster behind all the mirrors and smoke

When you're hanging by a thread in the middle of the night

Hanging by a thread

And you're losing yourself at the speed of light

I hope that you can hear me through the sound of a broken heart

We were waiting for you

Casting a lifeline

From bridges, you burned through

I guess ya gotta go sometime

Sometime

When you're hanging by a thread in the middle of the night

Hanging by a thread

And you're losing yourself at the speed of light

I hope that you can hear me through

I hope that you can hear me through

I hope that you can hear me through the sound of a broken heart

Through the sound of a broken heart

Through the sound of a broken heart

Through the sound of a broken heart

There is no denying everything is not lost

Sound of a broken heart

There is no denying everything is not lost