Stained glass found the steeple
Vinyl record, found a needle
And in a crowd of people, I found you
I learned from my rehearsals
Squares don't fit into circles
Red never could make purple without blue

Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Only half of who we are
Two jagged pieces looking for their counterparts
Maybe we were born with broken hearts

I never knew it really mattered
How heaven needed ever after
There was still a missing chapter from the book
I thought love was just for letters
Tattered fragments of forever
Til the puzzle came together with love

Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Only half of who we are
Two jagged pieces looking for their counterparts
Maybe we were born with broken hearts

The edges just the wood (just like wood)
Now all the pages made perfect sense
And no one will ever know
What love ends and what begins

Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Only half of who we are
Two jagged pieces looking for that counterpart
Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Maybe we were born with broken hearts