Broken Lark (So What) lyrics

Line our faces with streaks of black

But please leave our bodies intact

More so than ever I'll give thanks at the church

Apply, make good of what I lack

Apply, make good of what we lack. 

There I go a broken lark,

Dancing in the eye of the storm

There I go with your love from afar

Cherished and bleeding 

Now we're on par

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words will always hurt me

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words will always fail me

Sticks and stones may break my bones

My song is broken

So what, so what

-

Meowww :)

A song isn't a song without its lyrics and I'll be more than happy to explain if you'd like to know why I wrote what I wrote! So thank you if you're viewing this page right now!

"Line our faces with black/ but please leave our bodies intact/ more so than ever I'll give thanks at the church" - Think tears and black liner. I think I wrote this as a request to God, to relieve us of physical pain (since our physical bodies literally keep us from falling apart) should he continue sending us trials and tribulations to crush us from the inside. 

I can't decide if I'm sincere or not when I sing 'I'll give thanks at the church' because it really represents the paradox I really am when it comes to praising Him when hit with adversity. But still, we only see change and allow ourselves to grasp hope when we are willing to 'apply' what we've learnt and I learn by making good of what I lack. 

'Make good of what we lack' - the 'we' here is directed to struggling lovers in broken relationships and I guess I have chased the root of my pain down to find lack in that aspect of my life.

'There I go a broken lark/ dancing in the eye of the storm', represents a sort of perversion that I myself and many people have. These two lines are an honest statement and the truth is, unfortunately, always awful. That some people frolick in their misery and they don't want to get up and out of there. But also, I believe that we find strength in our weakness, and I think people who are beaten down yet unashamed of their broken state are really brave. 

'There I go with your love from afar/ Cherished and bleeding/ Now we're on par' - I think this speaks of the relationships I have with people not only romantically but this applies to my family and friends as well. The way we recklessly seek revenge while hurting and I guess we're learning to embrace how bittersweet that can be. Stephen Chobsky: I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be. 

The sticks and stones stanza should be pretty straightforward.

'My song is broken/ so what/ so what' - I sound angsty here! Hahaha but I guess I'm not ashamed of being who I am, and although a broken lark sings a broken song, it is appropriate and real.

Thank you for listening and I'm looking forward to writing longer songs (as Lizzy suggested). I have a whole stash of words just waiting to be sung and made known, I just need to put them together to form a theme/idea and create a tune to accompany it!

Love is for both the hurting and the strong.

xx,

sab