Michael Zapruder 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
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