There's a certain quiet honour in a failure It's a subtle thing and subtle things are best But to know it you've got to be it You've got to know the quiet shame of a life wasted We are a broken act We are a broken act Try to cut it right, the west to tragedy And they get you in a boat out on a lake It's to know your hopes and be tied by ropes on a bridge above a river With dreams of a future With dreams of escape We are a broken act We are a broken act We are a broken act We are a broken act Something evil in the night Is creeping across the Atlantic Makes you think you've got a right to happiness And then it's tragic when you're proved wrong There's something evil in the night That's creeping across the Atlantic That makes you think you've got a right to happiness And then it's tragic when you're proved wrong There's something evil in the night That's creeping across the Atlantic That makes you think you've got a right to happiness And then it's tragic And we are a broken act Swinging from the towers of the?? bridge We are a broken act Swinging from the towers of the?? bridge We are a broken act We are a broken act We are a broken act Swinging from the timbers of the?? bridge