The sun will burn a hole right through your parasols The clouds so sick they've split in two from aerosols
The air will fill your lungs with fists for ev'ry breath 'til future days when life exists to mirror death
So you're wondering why They put heaven on high Why the gods don't visit us anymore And you lift your eye To the deep blue sky: The only way out is up
And so you hire a bird to sing your songs And you buy her a tree to start things off And you wire the words through lines of leaves And you hope that she shows when comes the sun She may never sing She may never show But you don't know
The lake, the sea: the tireless gloves where nature's hand Still holds her sceptre far above her *******, man
The shore where centuries of sand through waves have raced Invites a swim, but think where man deposits waste
So you're wondering why They put heaven on high Why the angels tolerate pillowy floors As you lift your eye To the birth of blue sky: The only way out is up
And so you hire a bird to sing your songs And you buy her a tree to start things off And you wire the words through lines of leaves And you hope that she shows when comes the sun She may never sing She may never show But you don't know