Birds

The birds they sang, at break of day

Start again I hear them say

It's so hard to just walk awayThe birds they sang, all a choir

Start again a little higher

It's a spark in a sea of grayThe sky is blue dream that lie 'till it's true

Then taken back the punch I threw

My arms turn in oh, those clumsy things

Send me up to that wonderful world

And then I'm up with the birdsMight 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 might rust in the rainA simple plot

But I know one day

Good things are coming our wayA simple plot

But I know one day

Good things are coming our wayOh, yeah