With One Clipped Wing

Clapped in Irons when I see your face
I gotta get away, get away
But how can I escape from something I helped bring in?
I won't pretend to be naive, about what's happening here to me
So how can I escape from something I helped bring in?

I work hard not to see your face

Communication, is a tricky thing
And all the gears are bent

My mind tires when I see your face
I really gotta say, gotta say
that you know what you do from beginning to pining end
It'd be so nice to be naive
but that'll never ever happen to me
So I'll make due with all these last minute Gallipoli plans

I work hard not see your face
Don't think I'm bitter cause that's not the case
I work hard not to see your face

Communication, is a tricky thing
And all the gears are bent
Communication, is the oddest bird
With one clipped wing