with beady black eyes the bluebird has died it s feathers have dried it couldn t survive from the winter s grasp nothing ever lasts but you and i know the seasons are slow the rivers they froze the wind always blows down all our dreams the engine s out of steam all of your days will be blessed so put on a smile and get dressed into the void we will fly away from here all of your thoughts will be crowned you ll be the toast of town into the view of a million crystal spheres pitchfork in my foot i tried the best i could dragging all this wood with a rusty old fishhook to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher but i m a stubborn man the sun needs my command i m gonna make a stand condemnd this twisted land i m sure you d agree but i can t leave you see all of your days will be blessed so put on a smile and get dressed into the void we will fly away from here all of your thoughts will be crowned you ll be the toast of town into the view of a million crystal spheres all of your days will be blessed so put on a smile and get dressed into the void we will fly away from here all of your thoughts will be crowned you ll be the toast of town into the view of a million crystal spheres but you and i know the seasons are slow the rivers they froze the wind always blows down all our dreams the engine s out of steam