The birds they sang
The 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
Dreamed of light til it's [bad word] Then take it back the pause shall through
My arms turn wings
All those clumsy things
Send me up to the 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 fear any pain

simple thought
But I know one thing
Good things [bad word] our way

simple thought
But I know one thing
Good things [bad word] our way