David Crosby 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? 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 rarefied.

Who wants to see an abandoned soul?

Who wants to try and open it?

Who wants to 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 to know what desperate is?

Who wants to buy what’s broken?

Who wants to see an abandoned soul?

Who wants to try and open it?

Who wants to 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?