Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody breaks
But the bones will rise again
God grabbed me
God's Spirit took me up and set me down in
The middle of an open plain strewn with bones
He led me around and among them—dry bones, bleached by the sun
He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"
And I said, "can't You see?"
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody breaks
But the bones will walk again
God, the Master, told the dry bones,
"Watch this: I'm bringing the breath of life
To you and you'll come to life as I prophesied."
There was a sound and, oh, a rustling
The bones moved and came together, bone to bone
I kept watching the muscles,
And sinews formed, then skin stretched over them
But they had no breath, they still had no breath
'Cause everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody breaks
But the bones will speak again
'Cause everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody is broken, everybody is broken
Everybody breaks
But the bones will live again
You put the pieces back together, together
You're raising up an army
We're an army of bones
With the breath of God within us
We will dance, we will dance together
He said to me, "Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man
Tell the breath, 'God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds
Come, breathe. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!'"
So I prophesied, just as He commanded me
The breath entered them and they came alive
They stood upon their feet, a huge army
They stood upon their feet a huge army