Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Raven calling from the sky
Bluebirds calling from summer
Seagulls squawking from the alley
I have found something I lost
The state of euphoria is crumbled as your heart breaks
I lost a time when life was simple, when wondering was lustful
Instead found a time of hardship and unsettled communities
Sometimes I think what if the yellow brick road never continued to Oz
And if the clouds were always supported by blue
Californication with out the fault.
A witness to the empty sky
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Raven calling from the sky
Bluebirds calling from summer
Seagulls squawking from the alley
I have found something I lost
The state of euphoria is crumbled as your heart breaks
I lost a time when life was simple, when wondering was lustful
Instead found a time of hardship and unsettled communities
Sometimes I think what if the yellow brick road never continued to Oz
And if the clouds were always supported by blue
Californication with out the fault.
A witness to the empty sky
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