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good practice blue birds & white lies








two men










Two men sit and talk their life stories they're





Grown men sitting under beds weeping like





Children one that can't even believe a word anybody tells them










That man





Turns to his friend in desperation





Explain what you see right from your window pane





Alright says his friend at fifteen years strong





Cause he knows that man will never walk again










I see blue birds you know what they are right





Well they flying outside





I see sunshine from afar





Hiding the rain that's in your heart





I see love in the mothers eyes





Children playing outside





Sister





It wont be long










It wont be long my friend,





My friend, my friend 2x





Oh yeah it wont be long










Two years past just in the same religion





Five minutes of a day lit a spark in that mans eyes





Ought to hear the joy coming from him is different





Soon found his time was justified










But one morning the nurse who came to dress that painter





Found nothing but the colours of his heart and mind





Spread lay down across the bed in which came accustomed





He passed on in the night










Chorus










All alone





Moving to his old friends bedside





He asked to see the view of which he spoke





All he sees is a wall made of brick





And all this time





He didn't know his friend was blind










So dear friend, wherever you may be up high





I thank you for the joy you give to me all the time





Someday soon I'll meet you on the other side





And just a week





That man had closed his eyes










They see blue birds they know what they are now





Sure they're flying outside





They see sunshine from afar





Showing the love within their hearts





They see love in the mothers eyes





Children playing outside





They know now





They've arrived





It wont be long










It wont be long my friend,





My friend, my friend 2x





Oh yeah it wont be long










I know





You're looking down on me now










the practice













Sometimes, when a loved one asks for the truth, the most good that you can do is to shade it in a soothing light. Harsh reality that has no purpose but to grate on suffering has no place. Sometimes it is only right that white lies take the place of unnecessary truths... 










Have a listen by clicking on the images














March 2010
written by: jamie scott & the town
images: 1. sugar*loop   2. mateu velasco   
 
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