with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died
it is feathers have dried, it could not survive
from the winter´s grasp, nothing ever lasts
but you & 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 & get dressed
into the void we´ll fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you will 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 figher & make our blood flow higher
but i am a stubborn man, the sun needs my command
i am going to make a stand, condemnd this twisted land
i am sure you would agree, but i cannot leave you see
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile & get dressed
into the void we´ll fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you will 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 & get dressed
into the void we´ll fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you will be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal spheres
but you & i know, the seasons are slow
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows
down all our dreams, the engine´s out of steam
Ed Harcourt Ringtones