Wounded Head - William Fitzsimmons
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Wounded Head Lyrics
How this feels like a floating
For the physical form you crave
And the gentle reminders
Hovering still the sameFor the curative portion
The dysthymic of bold and blue
You are softened and hollow
Reflecting this winter hueWounded head
You will be fine
Your weary legs
Will hold you in timeSo you open the window
Wipe the gray from your salted eyes
Feel the string that once broken
Mended and slowly tiedHope for remedies comfort
For the listless and looming moon
And the ghost of your father
Follow you home no moreLet water run through
Won't you open your eyes?
Let water run throughWounded head
You will be fine
Your weary legs
Will hold you in timeWounded head
You will be fine
Your weary legs
Will hold you in time