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.