All Of Your Days Will Be Blessed – Ed Harcourt – letras

With beady black eyes, the bluebird has diedIt’s feathers have dried, it couldn’t survivefrom the winter’s grasp, nothing ever lastsBut you and I know, the seasons are slowThe rivers they froze, the wind always blowsdown all our dreams, the engine’s out of steamAll of your days will be blessedSo put on a smile and get dressedInto the void we will fly away from hereAll of your thoughts will be crownedYou’ll be the toast of the townInto the view of a million crystal spheresPitchfork in my foot, I tried the best I couldDragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhookTo feed the fire and make our blood flow higherBut I’m a stubborn man, the sun needs my commandI’m gonna make a stand, condemn this twisted landI’m sure you’d agree, but I can’t leave you seeAll of your days will be blessedSo put on a smile and get dressedInto the void we will fly away from hereAll of your thoughts will be crownedYou’ll be the toast of the townInto the view of a million crystal spheresBut you and I know, the seasons are slowThe rivers they froze, the wind always blowsdown all our dreams, the engine’s out of steam