I think that nothing can fly with this broken wing
Nothing can fly, with this broken wing
You're right, without a fight
From this house of our friendship
I think that nothing can fly with this broken wing
I think that nothing can fly with this broken wing
Let's sort this out together
So here's a gift in this feather
Nothing can fly, with this broken wing
Shut the door and light the match
There's so much to hold on to now
Throw behind you, walk away
This might be worth it to you
You're right, without a fight
So here's a gift in this feather
And it might be worth it to you
And in the process gotten to me
There's so much to hold on to now
There's so much to hold on to now
So here's a gift in this feather
These ashes, these ashes, these ashes burn
Nothing can fly, with this broken wing
Nothing can fly, with this broken wing
You've gone to far, left standing alone
But I can't take this anymore
