Bluebird - Lola Marsh

Down this throat

I’ve fallen deep before I had the chance to swing it

Well, I guess my road has turned to dusty border

Tortuous streams had swept me down and back

I’m sinking in my finest dress

Tell me, man, am I lost?

For I’d rather speak the voice of someone else

Can I be free as a bluebird?

In the open sky I’ll fly high

To be free from my fears is the only wish I have

Free as a bluebird

In the open sky I’ll fly high

To be free is the only wish that I have

Down this throat

I’ve fallen deep before I had the chance to swing it

Well, I guess my road has turned to dusty border

Can I be free as a bluebird?

In the open sky I’ll fly high

To be free from my fears is the only wish I have

Free as a bluebird in the open sky I’ll fly high

To be free is the only wish that I have

Can I be free as a bluebird?

In the open sky I’ll fly high

To be free from my fears is the only wish I have

Hm, hm, hm…