I will sit like wounded bird
Heavy with hunger but beak it is pursed
And i do not know what after we thirst
Something we know or something we'll learn
I was born taciturn and will remain
Much like a cloud remorseful with rain
And i do not know what after we hurt
Something we know or something we'll learn
Eyelids aren't as heavy as they've seemed
Hands not as delicate as i remember them being
Marry mine with means to leave
As friends put down their history
And casablanca is calling me
Home is pulling toward the sea
Eyelids aren't as heavy as they've seemed
Hands not as delicate as i remember them being
I will sit like wounded bird
Heavy with hunger but beak it is pursed.