"These Words" lyrics

"These Words"

These words, the only ones I know
The only ones I write
Death comes to mark a point in time
Another borderline

I knew that you'd be something to this world
I know that you'll be mine

And all the songs
The ones you learnt before
I heard you'd sung to her
She flies closer, to the sun
Little bird

Life comes, takes you out of place
Takes you out the race
Baby is kicking in the womb
Your mother needs you soon
And I know that I'll be something to your world
I know that I will try

And all the songs
The ones you learnt before
I heard you'd sung to her
She flies closer, to the sun
Oh bluebird
Visit me tonight
Lift me off this earth
Make it alright
Little bird

Oh 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


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