Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground And I know our song is all but healthy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes, oh You're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebird fly?
And as the early sign of dawn or thunder I see you stir the fog around And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes, oh You're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebird fly? I say where do my bluebird fly?
Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail And I know our life was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh With all this fever in my mind I could aim for your kerosene eyes, oh You're just a target in the sky I say where do my bluebird fly? I say where do my bluebird fly?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
