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.