My friends, we are battered
We're broken, we're shattered
We're bruised, but we're still standing up
The beauty, the magic
The terror, the tragic
The cost of admission for love
Oh-oh

The best hearts are broken
The best hearts are broken

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

I want somebody who has been through hell
To tell me that I'm gonna be alright
Advice that never really sits that well
Unless it's coming from someone who's lost the fight

I wanna hear from the sinners, the quitters
The late night admitters
That they've done more wrong than done right
The honest assessment
How they learned their lessons
The hard way and still found the light

The best hearts are broken
The best hearts are broken

So Lord, I pray
That I can love
Like the ones who've been destroyed and stood back up
Somehow stay open