Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes Scattered across the sky I wonder These steep hills Unto the great light My fingers collapse around my pen Like soldier tryin' to hold up the flag I'm callin' out, once again In this letter to you my friend In this letter to you my friend In this letter to you my friend
And don't tell me you been comin' up easy Stop, drop, you're life is greasy You used to say that you would come around But you're never here
You have been Up above so high so high so high And lived, in the dirt You have felt Some love And you Have been hurt
Well I've gone to shorten my road With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike) And as we walk along the cove And know that this is right You may think I'm crazy You may think I'm foolish But I'm coming through the lightning Comin' back to you
Don't tell me you been comin' up easy Stop, drop, you're life is greasy You used to say that you would come around But you're never here
You have been Up above so high so high so high And lived, in the dirt You have felt Some love And you Have been hurt
Oh my my my my my my my I'm feelin' fine Oh my my my my my my my I'm comin' through Oh my my my my my my my Oh my my my oh my
You have been Up above so high so high so high And lived, in the dirt You have felt Some love And you Have been hurt
Oh you have been you have been Up above up above And you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirt Oh you have felt you have felt Some love some love And you were you were Been hurt You have been up above
Compositores: Bradley Joseph Corrigan (Brad Corrigan), Charles Stokes Urmston (Chad Stokes Urmston), Peter F Heilmbold (Pete Francis) ECAD: Obra #7736938