Bluebird
Where I'm from the sun gets tired
It sleeps while I'm awake
I've succumb to my desires
The least of my mistakes
Jaws are knocking
The walls are talking
The word is on the street
The rumors are milling
The secrets are spilling
They drop beneath the eaves
I fear you've heard
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
She got a quick hand
She's the sweetest thing
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Where I'm from the sun gets tired
It settles in the trees
See the last of the day's glow casted astray
On the nettles and the leaves
Stars ashine, light sparks the pine
To the dark of my mind I go
Fraught and baneful, my thoughts are tangled
So I will take them slow
These are my last words
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I feel her quicksand
There, below my feet
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Feel your heart beat slow
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
Rattle the tin can
I should've clipped her wings
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I seen her ghost dance
Somewhere, in between
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
There is a frame up on the wall and in between
Lies a picture of your face
It illuminates the room all night
With a low french marigold glow
Feel your heart beat slow
Everything will be alright
It sleeps while I'm awake
I've succumb to my desires
The least of my mistakes
Jaws are knocking
The walls are talking
The word is on the street
The rumors are milling
The secrets are spilling
They drop beneath the eaves
I fear you've heard
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
She got a quick hand
She's the sweetest thing
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Where I'm from the sun gets tired
It settles in the trees
See the last of the day's glow casted astray
On the nettles and the leaves
Stars ashine, light sparks the pine
To the dark of my mind I go
Fraught and baneful, my thoughts are tangled
So I will take them slow
These are my last words
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I feel her quicksand
There, below my feet
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Feel your heart beat slow
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
Rattle the tin can
I should've clipped her wings
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I seen her ghost dance
Somewhere, in between
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
There is a frame up on the wall and in between
Lies a picture of your face
It illuminates the room all night
With a low french marigold glow
Feel your heart beat slow
Everything will be alright
Credits
Writer(s): Darrin Lindsay, Joseph Putnam, Mark Hodges, Jr.
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