Lyrics Broken Wing - Grammatics

Broken Wing

Every mistake that you watched me make, I made again
Sat up wide-awake, a coma sounds great… now send me down
And if you are, unhappy well you know the worst isn’t here
You’ll fall into another’s arms before I re-appear here
Out in the sticks the sun called in sick for weeks on end
There’s passport controls and oceans of road between us now
Through countryside to the industry, the routine hits full swing
I’m taking to the stage tonight with a broken wing
Things that I lose I find I don’t need once I know they’re gone
But that can’t be you because what we’ve been through is valuable
Clear my lungs, set my breathing right
The violence, the blood sport, the bias, the difference
The codec for a love at first sight
Kills the money worry, sets the bias, the difference
It’s embarrassing, embarrassing, broken wing