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 steamall 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 figher 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 seeall 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 spheresbut 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
