Blackbird - Maple Bee

I’m pulled down by the groundswell

I’m lost deep in this cave

I grip tight to the guide rope

Still praying I can change

Some people swear by folk law

But I think we are made of other stuff

I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm

Cause to fly, that’s enough.

So march me to the frontline

Stand still in lines of fire

I reaching for the silence

The centre of this pyre

Some people swear by folk law

But I think we are made of other stuff

I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm

Cause to fly, that’s enough,

Yes to fly, that’s enough.

I’ll hide you from destruction

If you shade me from all pain

And we’ll cut these ropes that hold us down

Balloons drifting out in space

Some people swear by folk law

But I think we are made of other stuff

I dreamed I held the blackbird as my god

Cause to fly, that’s enough,

Yes to fly, that’s enough,

Cause to fly, that’s enough.