You move like a bird
With a wounded wing
Wounded nerves.I sail like a summer lost
To a cold front, freezing fog.You move like a bird
With a wounded wing
Wounded nerves.There is more down there than you know.
There is more down there than you know.
You move like a bird
With a wounded wing
Wounded nerves.Silently, say what you hope.Words are falling, there's a sudden breaking down.
A dead leaf in Autumn, let it burn.
So am I this broken stone but reconstructing all of the runes.
You move like a bird
With a wounded wing
And wounded nerves.There is more down there than you know.
There is more down there than you know
