Broken Bird Songtext
von Salad

Backroom card game under smoky mobiles
The lift attendant 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

A taking leave of the spinning room
Leaves rain unwatched on the eyeing moon
Third floor peace dwelling on her fate
She dents the side of the bed where the sparrow waits


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