Wounded by Garrett Smith Lyrics

I need the cooling water of your eye
'Cause my mouth is hot and black and kinda dry
And that space that I kept open in my head
Wound up inside my grandma's garden shed

And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man

Well, I've seen the glorious fields inside your mind
But I only saw them once and then went blind
But those endless conversations sharp and deep
Well, they keep my ears wide open when I sleep

And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man

And I know it's not
The promise that you forgot
That holds me inside your hand
Sick and wounded man
{Instrumental Break}

And I know it's still
A measure of my weak will
That keeps me from making you
Sick and wounded, too