The blue bird sings a song
a sad song.
But only when the moon shines.
The tune haunts your thoughts
...
The serpent moved slowly
through blades of grass.
He shed his skin like a broken past,
far from holy.
...
The Blue Bird
The blue bird sings a song
a sad song.
But only when the moon shines.
The tune haunts your thoughts
It feels like you are going to die.
You may not hear this blue bird cry.
He is always crying in the rain.
The drops hit his face like bullets from a gun.
He tries to sing above the pain.