Hands slip, fingers miss
Sound cracks open into this
Every flaw becomes a door
Leading me to something more
Perfect never moved me
Broken chord beauty rings
Truer than the polished things
Every fracture sets me free
Broken chord beauty
Notes collide, then reconcile
Wrong notes stay a little while
Every stumble leaves a trace
Of a more human grace
If it hurts, let it ring
Broken chord beauty rings
Truer than the polished things
Every fracture sets me free
Broken chord beauty
Broken chord beauty stays
Longer than the cleanest phrase
Every scar sounds honestly
Broken chord beauty
Ring… don’t fix