Broken Things Songtext
von Sweet Liberties

What passing bells for David Jones
What choirs for such as these
Only the closing of the door
Only the turning of the keys

Who sings for broken things?
Who sings? Who sings?

And who will line the streets for those
Who held the picket line
Who fought for what was ours
For what′s no longer mine

Who sings for broken things?
Who sings? Who sings?

And who will cry for all the wives
Who learned to go without
Who knocked on doors and healed the sores
And soothed the creeping doubt


Who sings for broken things?
Who sings? Who sings?

And who will hold the candle high
And who will say the prayer
When we lay them in the ground
To lie forgotten there

Who sings for broken things?
Who sings? Who sings?

For a house that used to stand up proud
And a voice that used to cry out loud
And a storm returning to a cloud
And a man that used to be
A crowd
And a falling, sighing, sinking sound

What passing bells for David Jones
What choirs for such as these
Only the closing of the door
Only the turning of the keys