Hakeem Lyon
O behold the hole in my soul
Cannot be filled and it cannot be sewn up
And o behold the hole in my heart
Devil will come for us, try to tear us apart
And o behold the hole in my tale
I tried to tell, but I guess I failed
And o behold the hole in the sky
Where does the baby bluebird go when she dies?
Where does the baby bird go when she dies?
Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
Quick, mama, look up, your baby has grown up
Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
Quick, mama, look up, your baby's gotten older
Beautiful mama, beautiful boy, beautiful girl
Beautiful earth, you were here first
Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
Quick, papa, look up, there's a ship in the mist and it's getting closer
(Horns from my head) This is it, know I love you
If the plane's on fire, know I love you
Regardless of my fate, know I love her (Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders)
O behold the hole in my soul
Cannot be filled and it cannot be sewn up
And o behold the hole in my veil
Lights coming through the trees
I'm down on my knees
And o behold the hole in my guitar
I'm safe with you in my arms
And o behold the hole in the sky
Where does the baby bluebird go when she dies?
No chain to the sky, does she fly above the weather?