Stained glass found a steeple Vynil record found a needle And in a crowd of people I found you And I learned from my rehearsals Squares don't fit into circles And 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 happy needed ever after And there was still a missing chapter from the book I thought love was just four letters Tattered fragments of forever Till the puzzle came together with glue 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 undones Now all the pain makes perfect sense No one will ever know Where love ends And what begins 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 Maybe we were born with broken hearts Maybe we were born with broken hearts