paroles de chanson Wounded - Garrett Smith

I need the cooling water of your eye
'Cause my mouth is hot and black and kinda dry
And that space that I kept open in my head
Wound up inside my grandma's garden shed
And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man

Well I've seen the glorious field inside your mind
But I only saw it once and then went blind
But those endless conversations sharp and deep
Well they keep my ears wide open when I sleep
And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man
And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man

And I know it's still
The measure of my weak will
That keeps me from making you
Sick and wounded too