the birds they sang, the break of day. start again i hear them say. it's so hard to just walk away. the birds they sand, all a choir. start again, a little higher. it's a spark in a sea of grey. the sky is blue, dreamed that lie till it's true, then taking back the punch i threw. my arms turn to wings, oh those clumsy things, send me up to that wonderful world... and then i'm up with the birds.