She wakes up, rage and grace,
Pulling me closer, pushing away.
And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine;
Twisting and turning, we're all intertwined.
Broken wing, empty glass,
Words that scream and bounce right back.
She says, "You know, we'd all like to rearrange."

I wish I could fix you
And make you how I want you.
I wish I could fix you,
And I wish you could fix me.
I wish I could heal you
And mend when you are broken.
I wish I could heal you,
And I wish you could heal me, oh.

A beaming sunrise buries the night;
The setting sun destroys the light,
And she says, "Baby, I've gotta get going,"
Cutting each other without even knowing.
She sees a million stars, like holes in the sky;
All God's tears, for her they cry,
And I am in her reign.

I wish I could fix you
And make you how I want you.
I wish I could fix you,
And I wish you could fix me.
I wish I could heal you
And mend when you are broken.
I wish I could heal you,
And I wish you could heal me, oh.

Broken wing, empty glass,
Words that scream and bounce right back.
She says, "You know, we'd all like to rearrange."

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