A high clifftop we're waiting with the rest For this journey to begin Chorus But these broken wings won't fly These broken wings won't fly These broken wings
Tulkojums: Mary Black. Broken Wings.
my lips so I start to dance Whilst the dark crone holds my soul, I lay down my mask See my heart is in your hands See my wings are broken The fire
up give up this lonely road No one knows the promise you're keeping You can't touch the emptiness out here But the grace that mends this broken wing The
and calm, But, with you, you know I have no doubts, And fear will have no sting, With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing, My head upon
nice with the pen Mentally prepared for the win Black hoodies, black shirt, black Timbs Black burner, black ski mask and accidents Black trash bags and
chaos he took half his team Called 'em Black Market and Maccabeez While the serpent use the worldly things to attract his queen Broke his heart she played the part Mary
with the pen Mentally prepared for the win Black hoodies, black shirt, black Timbs Black burner, black ski mask and accidents Black trash bags and packages
and hold them with no fear I am captivated, completely spellbound I have found my match and the black bird has flown away the black bird has left me for good (Thanks to Marie
he took half his team Called 'em Black Market and Maccabeez While the serpent use the worldly things to attract his queen Broke his heart she played the part Mary
