The birds they sang, at 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 'till it's [bad word] Then taking 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 armour [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

Oh, yeah