Open Wound

Strike me down
With your beating wings
And remind me what it's like to feel things
I will not cower
I want for no shield
I am open like a wound

To replace the fragments
Of myself with you
To replace the fragments
Of myself with you
I will bear the scars
Of the fool

Every moment leaden
Every moment leaden

Once again, we dance
Together in slow motion
Once again, the ache returns
Of precarious devotion
Every moment leaden

Strike me down
With your beating wings
And remind me what it's like to feel things
I will not cower
I want for no shield
I am open like a wound

To replace the fragments
Of myself with you
To replace the fragments
Of myself with you
I will bear the scars of the fool

With faraway eyes
And solemn brow
Climb on top
And push your weight down
Place your hand
Over my mouth
And stop the words
From coming out
Leave me in a cage
My foot on a tether
And only return
To pluck out all my feathers
One by one
Have you collected enough?
One by one
Are you done playing rough?
This hurts too much to be love.