Broken Bird - Salad

作词：Rob Wakeman

作曲：Rob Wakeman

The backroom card game under smoky mobiles

The lift attendent who's been riding for miles

Safari season is upon us once more

The lion's share to the man by the door

She twists her body like a broken bird

And staggers to the lift without a single word

Her taking leave of the spinning room

Leaves rain unwatched under eyeing moon

In third floor peace dwelling on he fate

She dents the side of the bed with her sparrow weight

She twists her body like a broken bird

And cranes her neck down slowly to the water

As luck would have it she desired that man

So she threw away hearts to weaken her hand

The winner in a grey suit fills the frame

Unaware that she's still playing her game

She twists her body like a broken bird

As waves roll up the shore and break softly

As waves roll up the shore and break softly