Wounded Wing

The Duke Spirit

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