Bluebird - King Midas Sound

The bluebird in my heart

Is tired of trying to get out

He sleeps all day now

His feathers are shedding

The bluebird in my heart

Doesn’t eat much

He’s lost his appetite

He’s losing weight

He can’t drink like he used to

And can’t fly like he wants to

And my cigarette smoke makes him cough

And makes his eyes red

Sometimes he holds his head in its wings

And mumbles «What's the point?»

«What IS the point?»

Now we sit watching TV

Most evenings in the dark

Mostly sports and shows about cooking

The bluebird in my heart

Can’t make me cry anymore

And he can’t make me think

About the woman’s skin all day

But late at night

We lie awake

And I can feel he wants to sing

But he can’t