Flapping Your Broken Wings Testo

I can still see you there
In your grass-stained underwear
Dancing crooked circles
Across the golf course green
It must have been 3 A.M.
When we hopped that chain link fence
And ran across the grass
In the pouring rain
Ah and you kept falling down
And rolling on the ground Like a drunken little bird
Flapping its broken wings

Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
In the green green grass

As the pilgrims with axes
Never seen the devil dancing
In the silent branches
Of thousand-year-old trees
As they sailed up the wild coast
Leaning from their wooden boat
Shooting every pretty bird
That rose up from the weeds

When the sun began to rise
I can see it in your eyes
And shining on the golf balls Lying in the grass
And a rusted chain link fence
A golf cart in a ditch
And the colored flags
You pulled from all the holes
Like jewels on your green dress
My lady of the golf course
Running in your underwear
To greet the cops that'd driven up

Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
In the green green grass

Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
Flapping your broken wings
In the green green grass