We may be mostly broke or mostly broken
We're on our way but sure we don't know where
Sometimes seems like time to give up hoping
'Cause it's harder to get hurt if you don't care
But we've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
To hold us
To hold us for a while
So let's climb up the stairs into the attic
And let's dust off the box marked "Hallelujah"
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We're still here
We're still here
We've fallen for a beautiful illusion
The emptiness that comes from having more
And watching for some kind of retribution
We haven't made a plowshare from our swords
But we've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
To hold us
To hold us for a while
So let's climb up the stairs into the attic
And let's dust off the box marked "Hallelujah"
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We're still here
We're still here
Now we see
Now we see
Every little thing we were supposed to be
Now we see
Now we see
It's not too late to end a little differently
We've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
We've got plenty of sad songs
To hold us
To hold us for a while
So let's climb up the stairs into the attic
And let's dust off the box marked "Hallelujah"
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
We're still here
We're still here