Reversed speech
Broken, broken, broken, broken
Broken, broken

Between the searching and the need
To work it out
I stop believing everything will be alright
Broken, we are broken

I'm walking uphill being turned
Around and round
Secret in motion when my feet
Are on the ground broken, we are broken

In my mind's eye
One little boy anger one little man
Funny how time flies

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Writer(s): Roland Orzabal