With beady black eyes the bluebird has died
its feathers have dried it couldnt survive
from the winters 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 engines 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
youll be the toast of the 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 Im a stubborn man the sun needs my command
Im gonna make a stand condemn this twisted land
Im sure youd agree but I cant 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
youll be the toast of the 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
youll be the toast of the 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 engines out of steam
