Birds Fly Backwards - Ed Harcourt

Sad, blue, the world is upside down

And birds fly backwards

Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground

And birds fly backwards

Packed bags in the hallway

Where we used to play all day

We’re hitting the road that

Leads us back again

Sad, blue, the future’s not too clear

And birds fly backwards

Clouds tower, I have nothing to fear

And birds fly backwards

Packed bags in the hallway

Where we used to play all day

We’re hitting the road that

Leads us back again

To the same old world we left