Broken Things

Broken winged bird at your window Won't let you touch her though Sometimes pride can be A burdened thing Broken winged bird at your doorstep Won't let you hold her yet Though you ache to draw her in And begin again Oh, too many broken things Oh, breath, bone and wings Oh, through small little openings We fly into a little light Broken winged bird on your shoulder Each day a little older Time has feathers too It can fly away from you Oh, too many broken things Oh, breath, bone and wings Oh, through small little openings We fly We've got these broken winged birds in our mouths Broken winged words to let out And tender hearts inside our chests That sing from rooftops, trees and nests Oh, too many broken things Oh, breath, bone and wings Oh, through small little openings We fly Into a little light