Blackbird

I’m pulled down by the groundswell
I’m lost deep in this cave
I grip tight to the guide rope
Still praying I can change
Some people swear by folk law
But I think we are made of other stuff
I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm
Cause to fly, that’s enough.
So march me to the frontline
Stand still in lines of fire
I reaching for the silence
The centre of this pyre
Some people swear by folk law
But I think we are made of other stuff
I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm
Cause to fly, that’s enough,
Yes to fly, that’s enough.
I’ll hide you from destruction
If you shade me from all pain
And we’ll cut these ropes that hold us down
Balloons drifting out in space
Some people swear by folk law
But I think we are made of other stuff
I dreamed I held the blackbird as my god
Cause to fly, that’s enough,
Yes to fly, that’s enough,
Cause to fly, that’s enough.