More than a routine, evening ritual

She raises the glass to her lips

Comfort comes easiest through chemicals that might help her forget



Friday night will be tomorrow

Tomorrow might as well be tonight

They may not seem like much of an answer

But it feels right



We've all felt broken (broken)

Felt lost (felt lost)

Question for your broken heart

Is how will we move on?

How will we?

How will we move on?



Move on



More than a pressed drive, daily medication

He closes his eyes to the past

Nothing can keep him down if he can just ignore 

What he can't blame on someone else



Yeah, he's an old man sitting in a soap box racer

With both hands over his eyes

He won't admit his innocence

Is something he left behind



We've all felt broken

Felt lost (felt lost)

Question for your broken heart

Is how will we move on?



I won't say another -----

Cause I don't want don't want



We've all felt broken

Felt lost

How will we move on?

How will we?

How will we move on?



How will we move on?

How will we move on?

How will we move on?

How will we move on?

How will we move on?

How will we move on?

How will we move on?