| With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died
|
| It’s feathers have dried, it couldn’t survive
|
| From the winter’s grasp, nothing ever lasts
|
| But you and i know, the seasons are slow
|
| The rivers they froze, the wind always blows
|
| Down all our dreams, the engine’s out of steam
|
| All of your days will be blessed
|
| So put on a smile and get dressed
|
| Into the void we will fly away from here
|
| All of your thoughts will be crowned
|
| You’ll be the toast of town
|
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres
|
| Pitchfork in my foot, i tried the best i could
|
| Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook
|
| To feed the fire and make our blood flow higher
|
| But i’m a stubborn man, the sun needs my command
|
| I’m gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land
|
| I’m sure you’d agree, but i can’t leave you see
|
| All of your days will be blessed
|
| So put on a smile and get dressed
|
| Into the void we will fly away from here
|
| All of your thoughts will be crowned
|
| You’ll be the toast of town
|
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres
|
| All of your days will be blessed
|
| So put on a smile and get dressed
|
| Into the void we will fly away from here
|
| All of your thoughts will be crowned
|
| You’ll be the toast of town
|
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres
|
| But you and i know, the seasons are slow
|
| The rivers they froze, the wind always blows
|
| Down all our dreams, the engine’s out of steam |