Wounded Head 가사

How this feels like a floating For the physical form you crave And the gentle reminders Hovering still the same For the curative portion The dysthymic of bold and blue You are softened and hollow Reflecting this winter hue Wounded head you will be fine Your weary legs will hold you in time So you open the window Wipe the grey from your salted eyes Feel the string that once broken Mended and slowly tied Hope for remedies comfort For the listless and looming moon And the ghost of your father Follow you home no more Let water run through Won't you open your eyes Let water run through