Wounded Bird

Take those roses off my coffin
 I am not dead I' m merely injured
 you shouldn' t bury me just ' cause I can' t fly
 You don' t have to say you love me
 I know that you do I just don' t need to hear it
 it only makes me feel like I can' t fly
 Haven' t you heard about the wounded bird
 he couldn' t fly so he climbed on a rooftop
 and watched all the people in the bright city
 living and loving their lives
 Hold your head soft on the pillow
 mine holds a cloud that rattles like an ice cube
 and hurts behind my cold and aching eyes
 Haven' t you heard about the wounded bird
 he couldn' t fly so he climbed on a rooftop
 and watched all the people in the bright city
 living and loving their lives
 Oh and he isn' t lonely he' s watching the sunrise
 something' s in his eyes
 something about the impossibles skies
 and how no one ever really goes there
 Haven' t you heard about the wounded bird
 he couldn' t fly so he climbed on a rooftop
 and watched all the people in the bright city
 and he watched as the water shone like a penny
 and he watched as his dreams went to few from many
 living and loving their lives
 Haven' t you heard about the wounded bird
 he couldn' t fly so he climbed on a rooftop
 and watched all the people in the bright city
 living and loving their lives