Bone Orchard - Broken - 1992

Ⓒ 1991 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992

Opening cut on band's unfinished, unreleased second record. Dedicated to the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... My wife, who never fails to "fix" me...

All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the “last man standing”).

When all love has turned to hate,
And there's no points left to debate,
When I feel the hour's getting late
And I can't untwist this twist of fate.

When all effort feels token,
After taking all these licks.
I sit there feeling broken
And along you come and you're, you're my fix.

When I feel like I'll explode
Up you pop to pop my load.
When I feel my courage sink
You're there to pull my from the brink.

When all effort feels token,
After taking all these licks.
I sit there feeling broken
And along you come and you're, you're my fix.

When I feel I'm fading fast
And I sweat the future and blame the past,
When I'm looking for a place to hide,
You fill the emptiness inside.

When all effort feels token,
And I'm taking all these licks.
I sit there feeling broken
And along you come and you're, you're my fix.

You're my fix.... You're my fix