Love, it comes up
On the ceiling
My mouth
And these arms
Hold the feeling
Even I
Can't control
My nature
If there should come
A march before you
I would not ever
Try to capture you
Bluebird, where you gonna go now?
We flee to
The gallows
Then I
Caught up my eye
There's something
Its boat
Led me back
From nothing
From nothing
If there should come
A march before you
I would not ever
Try to capture you
Bluebird, where you gonna go now?
Things change
Before they are over
Before they are over