Where Do My Bluebirds Fly

(albüm: Shallow Grave - 2008)

Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know your song is old but heavy as I see dry leaves falling down, oh
With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes
Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a target in the sky
I say where do my bluebird fly?
I say where do my bluebird fly?