| With beady black eyes, the bluebird has died | 
| It’s feathers have dried, it couldn’t survive | 
| From the winter’s grasp, nothing ever lasts | 
| But you and i know, the seasons are slow | 
| The rivers they froze, the wind always blows | 
| Down all our dreams, the engine’s out of steam | 
| All of your days will be blessed | 
| So put on a smile and get dressed | 
| Into the void we will fly away from here | 
| All of your thoughts will be crowned | 
| You’ll be the toast of town | 
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres | 
| Pitchfork in my foot, i tried the best i could | 
| Dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook | 
| To feed the fire and make our blood flow higher | 
| But i’m a stubborn man, the sun needs my command | 
| I’m gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land | 
| I’m sure you’d agree, but i can’t leave you see | 
| All of your days will be blessed | 
| So put on a smile and get dressed | 
| Into the void we will fly away from here | 
| All of your thoughts will be crowned | 
| You’ll be the toast of town | 
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres | 
| All of your days will be blessed | 
| So put on a smile and get dressed | 
| Into the void we will fly away from here | 
| All of your thoughts will be crowned | 
| You’ll be the toast of town | 
| Into the view of a million crystal spheres | 
| But you and i know, the seasons are slow | 
| The rivers they froze, the wind always blows | 
| Down all our dreams, the engine’s out of steam |