Bluebird

She moves like a ghost, sleepless eyes and weathered bones

She is glass, and stone, and all things in between

And so it seems that she floats amongst the falling leaves

She is all the places that I have ever been

Ooh, so maybe you're a bluebird, darling

Tearing through the darkness of my days

And maybe you're a drop of water

Running down the lines upon my face

And a thought from a dream, she is the light I've always seen

A raging fire, rolling down the street

And a port in the storm, an everlasting sort of warmth

I see her eyes in every soul I meet

So maybe you're a bluebird, darling

Tearing through the darkness of my days

And maybe you're a drop of water

Running down the lines upon my face

You pull me from this world that can seem loveless

Soil that steals my one chance of ever breaking free

So maybe you're a bluebird, darling

Tearing through the darkness of my days

And maybe you're a drop of water

Running down the lines upon my face