[00:00.00]Wounded Head - William Fitzsimmons
[00:11.06]How this feels like a floating
[00:15.54]For the physical form you crave
[00:20.23]And the gentle reminders
[00:23.04]Hovering still the same
[00:29.26]For the curative portion
[00:33.83]The dysthymic of bold and blue
[00:38.51]You are softened and hollow
[00:41.21]Reflecting this winter hue
[00:47.82]Wounded head you will be fine
[00:51.76](You will be fine)
[00:56.26]Your weary legs will hold you in time
[01:14.76]So you open the window
[01:19.51]Wipe the grey from your salted eyes
[01:24.01]Feel the string that once broken
[01:27.14]Mended and slowly tied
[01:33.20]Hope for remedies comfort
[01:37.58]For the listless and looming moon
[01:42.27]And the ghost of your father
[01:44.96]Follow you home no more
[01:52.89]Let water run through
[01:57.20]Won't you open your eyes
[02:01.95]Let water run through
[02:09.51]Wounded head you will be fine
[02:13.76](You will be fine)
[02:18.26]Your weary legs will hold you in time
[02:27.63]Wounded head you will be fine
[02:33.16](You will be fine You will be fine)
[02:36.39]Your weary legs will hold you in time