02-10-2013, 04:08 AM
there in the mountains of heaven
my stepmother lives
like a bird on a branch
whose torch song is unheard by all creation
save a lovely woman in a blue dress
come to sit and watch the sun
this is the paradise we promise
the beauty at the end
which justifies the poverty
the dead-end jobs
and bad movies
like a bird on a branch like a bird on a branch
like a thousand birds on a thousand branches
each singing their own torch songs
for a thousand lovely women in a thousand blue dresses
come to sit and watch a thousand suns
there in the mountains of heaven
my stepmother lives
like a bird on a branch
whose torch song is unheard by all creation
save a lovely woman in a blue dress
come to sit and watch the sun
this is the paradise we promise
the beauty at the end
which justifies the poverty
the dead-end jobs
and bad movies
like a bird on a branch like a bird on a branch
like a thousand birds on a thousand branches
each singing their own torch songs
for a thousand lovely women in a thousand blue dresses
come to sit and watch a thousand suns
there in the mountains of heaven
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