There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
there’s a bluebird in my hear that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him,
I say,stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my books sales in Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re in there, so don’t be
sad then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let hım die
and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do you?
Başka bir insanın hakikati, onun sana açıkladığı şeyde değil, açıklayamadığı şeydedir. Bu yüzden, onu anlamak istersen, söylediğine değil, söylemediğine kulak ver.