Comments about Adrian Merovingian
Like a bird with a broken wing
I watch you sputter around
Is there any way
I can help you into the air again?
A postage stamp?
A message on the wire?
I hear the fear in the beat of your heart
The crush of pride in a bird with a broken wing
Oh that you could fly with me
But your mending must not be cut short
Fret not now with tears or harsh words
For the time is coming when we will
Fly away from this, And not look back.
Did I hear you -
Yes I believe it was you in my attic
Flapping around with your broken ...