Текст песни Salad - Broken Bird
Salad - Broken Bird слова песни
The backroom card game under smoky mobilesThe lift attendent who`s been riding for milesSafari season is upon us once moreThe lion`s share to the man by the doorShe twists her body like a broken birdAnd staggers to the lift without a single wordHer taking leave of the spinning roomLeaves rain unwatched under eyeing moonIn third floor peace dwelling on he fateShe dents the side of the bed with her sparrow weightShe twists her body like a broken birdAnd cranes her neck down slowly to the waterAs luck would have it she desired that manSo she threw away hearts to weaken her handThe winner in a grey suit fills the frameUnaware that she`s still playing her gameShe twists her body like a broken birdAs waves roll up the shore and break softly