Flying so high
trying to remember
how many cigarettes
did I bring along.
When I get down
I’ll jump in a taxicab
riding through London town
to cry you a song.
It’s been a long time
Still shaking my wings
Well, I’m a black bird
I’ve got changes to ring
Closing my dream
inside this paper bag.
Thought I saw angels
but I could’ve been wrong.
Searching my caves
and found what they’ve looking for.
Waving me through
to cry you a song.
It’s been a long time
Still shaking my wings
Well, I’m a black bird
I’ve got changes to ring
Lights in the streets
peeping through curtains drawn.
Rattling my safety chain
and taking too long.
The smile in your eyes
was never so sweet before.
I came down from the skies
to cry you a song.
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