Letras
Somewhere dead and buried a strange bird lies
It's wings around it's head
On filtered grey and gritty coffee as a bed
It leaks and it spews all of last year's news
And reaches from the dirty epitaph
To hand a fickle flower to communicate with you
As the rain clogs up and the lover's walk from the graveyard queue
A little Carnaby Street bowler hat was left to say,
Won't you live for long, will you put me on
As he walked as he walked with the fickle flower too
And he passed along the way
The giant old man became the new
And ever so small, ever so trifle, and ever so blue
He left the bird dead and buried
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
And he flew to somewhere new
Somewhere new
Somewhere new
Somewhere new
Somewhere new