Wounded Head

[00:10.36] How this feels like a floating
[00:15.00] For the physical form you crave
[00:19.58] And the gentle reminders
[00:22.73] Hovering still the same
[00:28.46] For the curative portion
[00:33.36] The dysthymic of bold and blue
[00:37.81] You are softened and hollow
[00:40.69] Reflecting this winter hue
[00:46.83] Wounded head
[00:49.12] You will be fine
[00:55.87] Your weary legs
[00:57.42] Will hold you in time
[01:14.34] So you open the window
[01:18.95] Wipe the gray from your salted eyes
[01:23.53] Feel the string that once broken
[01:26.79] Mended and slowly tied
[01:32.59] Hope for remedies comfort
[01:37.19] For the listless and looming moon
[01:41.76] And the ghost of your father
[01:45.16] Follow you home no more
[01:51.93] Let water run through
[01:56.44] Won't you open your eyes?
[02:01.24] Let water run through
[02:08.52] Wounded head
[02:10.98] You will be fine
[02:18.08] Your weary legs
[02:19.60] Will hold you in time
[02:26.94] Wounded head
[02:29.10] You will be fine
[02:36.07] Your weary legs
[02:37.86] Will hold you in time
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