The birds they sang 
Break of day 
Start again I hear them say 
It's so hard to just walk away 

The birds they sang 
All a choir 
Start again, a little higher 
It's a spark in a sea of grey 

The sky is blue 
Dream that lie 'til it's [bad word] 
Then taken back the punch I threw 
My arms turn wings 
Oh those clumsy things 
Send me up to that wonderful world 
And then I'm up with the birds 

Might have to go 
Where they don't know my name 
Float all over the world 
Just to see her again 
And I won't show or feel any pain 
Even though all my armor [bad word] in the rain 

simple plot 
But I know one day 
Good things [bad word] our way 

simple plot 
But I know one day 
Good things [bad word] our way