Wounded Wing
Liela Moss
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