Lyrics Bluebird - King Midas Sound

Bluebird

The bluebird in my heart
Is tired of trying to get out
He sleeps all day now
His feathers are shedding
The bluebird in my heart
Doesn’t eat much
He’s lost his appetite
He’s losing weight
He can’t drink like he used to
And can’t fly like he wants to
And my cigarette smoke makes him cough
And makes his eyes red
Sometimes he holds his head in its wings
And mumbles «What's the point?»
«What IS the point?»
Now we sit watching TV
Most evenings in the dark
Mostly sports and shows about cooking
The bluebird in my heart
Can’t make me cry anymore
And he can’t make me think
About the woman’s skin all day
But late at night
We lie awake
And I can feel he wants to sing
But he can’t