Besedila: Offspring, The. Fix You.

she wakes up, rage and grace
pulling me closer, pushing at away
and me, the sharpest thorn on your vine
twisting and turning, we're all intertwined
broken wing, empty glass
words that scream and bounce right back
she says "oh no, we'd all like to re-arrange"

i wish i could fix you and make you how i want you
i wish i could fix you and i wish you could fix me
i wish i could heal you and mend where you are broken
i wish i could heal you and i wish you could heal me

a beaming sunrise buries the night
the setting sun destroys the light
and she says "baby i gotta get goin"
cutting each other without even knowin
she sees a million stars like holes in the sky
all god's tears for her, they cry
and i am in her rain

i wish i could fix you and make you how i want you
i wish i could fix you and i wish you could fix me
i wish i could heal you and mend where you are broken
i wish i could heal you and i wish you could heal me

broken wing, empty glass
words that scream and bounce right back
she says "you know, we'd all like to re-arrange"