These Words

These words, the only ones I know, the only ones I write Death comes to mock a point in time, another borderline I knew that you'd be something to this world I knew that you'd be mine And those songs, the ones you'd learnt before I heard you'd sung to her, she'd fly closer to the sun Little bird Life comes and takes you out of place, takes you out the race Baby kicking in the womb, your mother needs you soon I know that I'll be something to your world I know that I will try And all those songs, the ones you'd learnt before I heard you'd sung to her, she flys closer to the sun Oh bluebird visit me tonight Lift me off this earth, make it alright Little bird Home, bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home You bring it all back home, back home