Birds

[Chorus]
Well there's nothing brave about this shallow grave
Where the bones have replaced every cross
There's no loss or demise in the ice of graveyard flies
Who've seen more death than most

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And the skeleton host is patching up her black rose
And played out one last time
For this rock and roll band with the Californian tail
Played a bad game of dice

[Refrain]
It lies in the skies, for the sun to warm every last soul
And even white flowers grow, on the loneliest days
On the loneliest graves

[Chorus]
Well there's nothing brave about this shallow grave
Where the bones have replaced every cross
There's no loss or demise in the ice of graveyard flies
Who've seen more death than most

[Refrain]
It lies in the skies, for the sun to warm every last soul
And even white flowers grow, on the loneliest days
On the loneliest graves

[Refrain]
It lies in the skies, for the sun to warm every last soul
And even white flowers grow, on the loneliest days
On the loneliest graves

[Outro]

Love is in the skies