An unmade bed
The unfinished book lies half-read
Underneath the chain-light
Staring into space
A secret from some other place
And now what kind of inside
Below the picture of your mother and 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 continents 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 it all easy to get your attention
I would be the king of hell and you my henchmen
Somewhere in all these flames we would seek the open sky
Assassins by trade
Twisting in the blade
Murdering the lullaby

Thinking about
Maybe I'll fly away
My oh my