It's like a bear that woke up way before spring
Surprised how winter steals everything
Or a captain that never made it to sea
With his anchor in his hand and water to his knees
He's got his head in his hands and sand in his teeth
So raise your glass for the broken hearted
The liar calls to the thief
Pass the bread the bold man said
As we ate with the king
It's like a soldier stuck in some terrible war
Who never really knew what he was fighting for
Or if he'll make it home to tell the tales
With guns, and bombs, and bullets, and shells
Or the bodies that fall by the grace of hell
So raise your glass for the broken hearted
The liar calls to the thief
Pass the bread the bold man said
As we ate with the king
So if you've got a shovel, then I've got a hole
That looks more like a grave, as I lose control
We will fall so fast, from the skies
We're sinners and saints, you and I
Sinners and saints, you and I