Bluebird
Hours Eastly Lyrics

Where I’m from the sun gets tired
In my hometown, the sun sets and becomes tired.

It sleeps while I’m awake
While I'm awake, the sun has already gone to sleep.

I’ve succumb to my desires
I have given in to my desires.

The least of my mistakes
This is my minimum error.

Jaws are knocking
People are talking and creating rumours.

The walls are talking
The walls may have ears and talk.

The word is on the street
Everyone in town knows and can't stop talking about it.

The rumors are milling
Rumours are spreading around the town.

The secrets are spilling
Secrets are being revealed.

They drop beneath the eaves
Secrets are falling under the roof without anyone's attention.

I fear you’ve heard
I fear you have already known what happened.

I got a bluebird
I have a pet bird.

She make a sound like fire
It makes a noise like fire crackling.

She got a new perch
My bird got a new place to stay and rest.

She got a crown of briar
The bird has a crown-like mark around its neck.

She got a quick hand
The bird is quick in its movements.

She’s the sweetest thing
The bird is adorable and charming.

She got a new man
The bird has found a new bird to mate with.

He got a golden ring
The new mate may have a unique feature, like a golden ring around its neck.

It settles in the trees
The sun sets between the trees on the horizon.

See the last of the day’s glow casted astray
The sun reflects its last light, casting it in different directions.

On the nettles and the leaves
The last light is shining on touching stinging plants and leaves.

Stars ashine, light sparks the pine
While the stars are shining, the light ignites the pine tree.

To the dark of my mind I go
I dive into my dark thoughts.

Fraught and baneful, my thoughts are tangled
My thoughts are dangerous and complicated.

So I will take them slow
I will handle them with care and take things slowly.

Rattle the tin can
I shake the can to create a noise.

I should’ve clipped her wings
I should have clipped my pet's wings to keep it at home.

I seen her ghost dance
I observed my pet bird appearing as if it were dancing in its previous location.

Somewhere, in between
My bird's physical state was caught somewhere between life and death.

There is a frame up on the wall and in between
There's a framed picture on the wall with an empty space in the middle.

Lies a picture of your face
The picture is of you or someone closely related to you.

It illuminates the room all night
The picture emits a faint light throughout the night.

With a low french marigold glow
The light from the picture has a pale yellowish tone.

Feel your heart beat slow
Notice the steady and slow pace of your heartbeat.

Everything will be alright
Everything is going to be okay.