My Bluebird Is a Storm Petrel

 

I’ve learnt to be lonely I’m usually the only, 
Wallflower on the wall. 
And in my fancy I’m walking with my hands linked, 
Upon a crimson shore, 
Upon a crimson shore. 

Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes. 

Dear Sagita we’re dying to meet ya, 
Grey circles in a maze, 
And in my fancy my minds eye can see, 
A sea of violet waves, 
A sea of violet waves. 

Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes. 

I must down to the sea again and bathe in the salty rain, 
My demons in a daze, 
And when it’s my time to go, sink my broken bones, 
Beneath the violet waves, 
Wash away my violent ways. 

Upon a coastal current my bluebird flies, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes, 
The waves of my hometown roll around her eyes.