Do you tell it bedtime stories or let it listen to love songs? Do you give it to the wind, hoping it'll take a good journey? Or do you whisper promises to it before giving it a rest?
How do you fix a wounded one? I wish I knew how, I would've known how I'll be the first to wrap the bandage 'round it, if only I had the right one I'll give it promises of real love, if only I knew what they were