And they sit around in Tinsel Town and count their money
As we stumble through the waiting rooms with shop girls
Change
Through every station on medication that marks our bodies
But let's forget about the money

And our hell is our shame is our heaven, yeah
And I come alive in your arms

Oh-oh, well, it's broken music
And it's broken people who will save the world
Oh-oh, save the world
Oh-oh, it's broken music
And it's broken people who will save the world
Oh-oh, save the world

Oh, and we sit and chain-smoke on the pavement
And do our shopping
And in the hinterlands we trip and laugh
And slip and fall on our hands
And under endless skies we fell in love
And then we died but when the lights went out
We believed in something rather than nothing

And our hell was our shame was our heaven, yeah
And I'd come alive in your arms

Oh-oh, well, it's broken music
And it's broken people who will save the world
Oh-oh, save the world
Oh, well, it's broken music
And it's broken people who will save the world
Oh-oh, save the world

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Save the world
Oh-oh, save the world
Save the world
Oh-oh, save the world