كلمات The Smiling Prophet

I found him on the corner A plastic bag at his feet A red cloak wrapped around his shoulder Offering his blessings for free He was sitting at a three-legged table Counting out his spools of thread He said he had a message for me And this is what he said Give me your hurt Give me your pain Give me your broken heart pieces I'll mend them again It's never too much It's never too late You can always start over again I said: Now are you certain There's a whole lotta weight on my back My heart must have a million fractures Don't think you are gonna be able to fix that But he said: Girl you're not that special I've seen it all so many times before There ain't nothing that the smiling prophet Don't know how to fix so come on over And bring it on Give me your hurt Give me your pain Give me your broken heart pieces I'll mend them again It's never too much It's never too late You can always start over again