Broken winged bird at your window
Won't let you touch her though
Sometimes pride can be
burdened thing

Broken winged bird at your doorstep
Won't let you hold her yet
Though you ache to draw her in
To 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