In these rooms so dark and bare I recall when life was living here How we sang and how we cried A little of us lived here And a little of us died Mama she knew how to sing But her eyes were always sad and wondering You see her daddy drank And he ran around He ran away with all her dreams And she looked just like an angel With broken wings Her sisiter was a wild little thing With a heart made of gold If you didn't look deep inside her You might never know She never to believe in herself But she learnt other things And she looked just like an angel With broken wings Broken angel You can learn how to fly Let the wind carry you Far deep and wide Beautiful angel Well, it's okay to cry Cause your tears will bloom Someday on the other side I never like my mama's daddy For more reasons than I can share My mama held him as he died And I'm ashamed to say I never cried or cared Chubby fat and insecure Two crooked teeth And clothes from a thrift store Well I never quite fit in I guess that's why I'm singing Broken angel You can learn how to fly Let the wind carry you Far deep and wide Beautiful angel Well, it's okay to cry Cause your tears will bloom Someday on the other side In these rooms dark and bare What once seemed so confusing Seems crystal clear If I were to look back into you The way you've looked down into me I bet you'd look just like an angel I bet you'd look a whole lot like me yeah I bet you'd look just like an angel Oh with broken wings, broken wings Broken angel You can learn how to fly Let the wind carry you Far deep and wide Beautiful angel Well, it's okay to cry Cause your tears will bloom Someday on the other side Yeah your tears will bloom someday On the other side