A Broke Machine

You trip the wire, undo great love
Throw my sorrow to its knees
I write this song, you say her name
I press splinters to my tongue

And if there is a cure for this
I do not want to know
The comfort is emptiness
And the meaning is borrowed
But my heart is a broke machine
Oh, my heart is a broke machine
Oh, my heart is a broke machine

If I repair all the fractures of my sea
What will happen to this love?
You saved a bird after crushing its wing
But you could not save me from your heart