Broke Heart Singer – Damien Youth – letras

I was in a place that I could not nameI was on my own, lost upon my wayTo a place I’d never seen before.And the path was long and the moon hung lowWhen I heard a voice on the radioThe golden sigh of a broke heart singer.Sometimes the pauper is the poetSometimes the fool is wiseSometimes the joker seems to know it.He was in a place that he tried to nameJust an orphan child in the pouring rainWith a heart so old it was made by angelsIn his tower room writing holy songsThat were so beautiful the devil sang alongHis spirit sored above the weeperSometimes the blossom breaks it’s branchesSometimes the angels crySometimes your father is a phantomI didn’t know you before they hung you from your haloBut somehow I knew you couldn’t last for long, save for song.So if you’re in a place that you cannot nameAnd you’re all alone, lost upon your wayTo a place you’ve never seen beforeIf your path seems long and the moon is lowYou might hear the voice of some holy ghostIt’s the golden sigh of the broke heart singerSometimes the silence is not golden.