Текст: Sarah Blasko. Bird On A Wire.

Hurt like a bird on a wire you got cursed
You got burned, something that no one deserves
As you broke in your wings you forgot how to sing
All the trouble it brings, trouble that it brings

For the first time in your life you're coming home
You can feel the strength returning to your bones

Caught in a trap of desire you got lost
You got shot with a bow and arrow to the heart
You fashion your life like a battered wife
Got some wood and a knife, wood and a knife

For the first time in your life you made a home
You'd work your fingers right down to the bone