It's like a bear that woke up way before spring Surprised how winter steals everything Or a captain that never made it to sea With his anchor in his hand and water to his knees He's got his head in his hands and sand in his teeth So raise your glass for the broken-hearted The liar called to the thief Pass the bread, the poor man said As we ate with a king It's like a soldier stuck in some terrible war Who never really knew what he was fighting for Or if he'll make it home to tell the tales Of guns, and bombs, and bullets, and shells Or the bodies that fall by the grace of hell So raise your glass for the broken-hearted The liar calls to the thief Pass the bread the poor man said As we ate with the king So if you've got a shovel Then I've got a hole That looks more like a grave As I lose control We will fall so fast From the skies We're sinners and saints, you and I Sinners and saints, you and I