The birds they sang,
At break of day:
“Start again,” I hear them say.
It’s so hard to just walk away…
The birds they sang,
All a choir:
“Start again, a little higher…”
It’s a spark in a sea of grey.
The sky is blue—
Dream that lie, ’til it’s true…
Then taking back the punch I threw,
My arms turn wings—
Oh, those clumsy things
Send me up to that wonderful world…
And then I’m up with the birds…
Might have to go, where they don’t know my name,
Float all over the world just to see again…
But I won’t show, or feel any pain,
Even though all my armor might rust in the rain…
A simple plot,
But I know one day
Good things are coming our way…
A simple plot,
But I know one day
Good things are coming our way…
[Coldplay]