Take those roses off my coffin I am not dead, I'm merely injured You shouldn't bury me just 'cause I can't fly You don't have to say you love me I know that you do, I just don't need to hear it It only makes me feel like I can't fly Haven't you heard about the wounded bird? He couldn't fly, so he climbed on a rooftop And watched all the people in the bright city Living and loving their lives Hold your head soft on the pillow Mine holds a cloud that rattles like an ice cube And hurts behind my cold and aching eyes Haven't you heard about the wounded bird? He couldn't fly, so he climbed on a rooftop And watched all the people in the bright city ANd he watched as the water shone like a penny And he watched as his dreams went to few from many Living and loving their lives Haven't you heard about the wounded bird? He couldn't fly, so he climbed on a rooftop And watched all the people in the bright city Living and loving their lives