Broken Wing - Grammatics

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