Wounded
Like a bird with one wing on the ground
Like a ghost that can’t find a house
Like a man with a scar on his arm
And the girl with the broken heart
Wounded
We’re shot by the guns of love
Some words oh they draw blood
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it
Wounded
Like a statue without a soul
A gambler that lost it all
And the mother that can’t let go
Of her child that is leaving home
Wounded
We’re shot by the guns of love
Some words oh they draw blood
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it
Wounded
Wounded
Ooohhh
Sometimes you see it sometimes you don’t
Oohhh
Broken to the bone
Sometimes it hurts to much
Memories you can’t untouched
Wounded
Wounded
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it
Wounded was written by Claire Wyndham & Femke Weidema.
Wounded was produced by Femke.