(we are) the hurting

I don't know, I don't understand
how it starts, or where it begins
It's backwards, fast forward quickly again
I'm starting to figure out what makes sense

The lonely are lovely, the hurting are holy.

I'll find it, when it's lost
I'll see it, when it's gone
I'm losing it to win...
I'm running toward oncoming traffic again

The lonely are lovely, the hurting are holy.
The lonely are lovely, the hurting are holy.
You make it that way...