Matthew Good - Bluebird | Текст песни

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• Matthew Good
• Bluebird

An unmade bed
The unfinished book lies half-read
And underneath the chain-light
Staring into space
A secret tongue, some other place
An outward kind of insight
Below the picture of your mother in her wing
There are records in the corner
Where she taught you how to sing

Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye my bluebird

In your head these are not the only words
There were promises of continence and other things I heard
As we stoned the bird
We stood there for a long time
Hoping it would rise
Waiting for it to fly again
And one by one, we all turned away
Off to kill the grass where the others came to play

Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye my bluebird

If it was at all easy to get your attention
I would be the king of hell and you my henchman
Somewhere in all these fames we would see the open sky
Assassins by trade
Twisted in the blade
Murder in the lullaby

Thinking about it
Maybe I'll fly away, my oh my