Andrew Bird

Orpheo
There are places we must go toTo bring these hollow words on back fromYou must cross the muddy riverWhere love turns to, love turns to fearThey say you don't lookThere's only one wayOn back from, on back from hereThey say you don't look'Cause it'll disappear And our eyes they keep on strainingAs if to see what lies behind 'emThrough the shells of empty buildingsAnd great columns of glassThey say you don't lookThey say you don't look'Cause it'll drive you madAnd if it drives you mad Drives you madIt'll probably passAnd if it drives you madAnd if it drives you madIt'll probably passAnd if it drives you madIf it drives you madIt'll probably pass From Letras Mania