Chris Mills - Blackbirds Lyrics
Blackbirds flying backwards on the windFilling sails of sailing boatsThat won't sail home againFour and twenty wings upon the nightSomewhere a lover sings a song with no replyFireflies on fire in Mason jarsYou hung them from the treesAnd pretended they were starsA thousand little lights all in your eyesBut in the morning, all those little lights had diedAnd now the phantom blood of memoryFills the vessel of your pale white cheekBut is the apple of your cloudy eyeThe one you sent away or the one you left behind?He walked you down the lane and back againUnderneath the garden wallYou buried soldiers made of tinAnd though the other boys were all so cruelHe was the one that you played for a foolMinutes made of moments, days of hoursThey covered him in chainsAnd they locked him in a towerBut in the dead of night, he'd coax the doveTo deliver you a gentle song of loveAnd now the phantom blood of memoryFills the vessel of your pale white cheekBut is the apple of your cloudy eyeThe one you sent away or the one you left behind?
