Bluebird(Alive) Lyrics

I hear your sins, not descriptions of the gods

Come, on your way home, letting go

Hear the birds in the morning sun

The flowing out and chirping all the way to the morning of

This life they sing a song, oh songbirds, bluebell

Waiting to be rung in the aftermath of everything

That has come and done and gone away

To be traded in or cut away

It is a transformation that is going to shut the voices up

They're gonna doubt

It is themselves they label when they limit

Everything's a 'san souci tre son' of the sanguinary sting

Genuosity and a sincerity, no supremacy,

This songbirds take to the skies

And above the red and blue, the oranges of the

Setting rising suns are saying, I'm not gonna do without

I'm going out, quiet and loud at the same time

I know it seems impossible, but I tell you so

I have torn away those things that made me die

In every day and every way

I've become an empty vessel to the open to anything

That would be coming through in to

Don't believe me, I've pulled through

Let it breathe