- cifra
Light that comes up
On the ceiling
My mouth
And these arms
Hold the feeling
Even I
Can't control
My nature
If they should come up
Much before you
I would not ever
Try to capture you
Bluebird, where you gonna go now?
Lead me
To the gallows
Where out
Corner my eye
There's something
It's
Pulling me back
From nothing
From nothing
If they should come up
Much 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
