Bryan Scary Bobolink
If you want to fly across the white, my dear
My dear - I'm going to fly with you
Science-ing to sigh into the atmosphere, my dear
I'm going to sigh with you
Oh the visions of an island in the shade
Oh the weatherman is playing silly games
And all the answers come unglued
No matter what you think
Bobolink
Fly on my bird fly on my word
Fly on aglow
Fly on Bobolink
I can see the ocean floating by, my dear
My dear I seize the sky with you
Sink into the meadow don't be shy, my dear
Oh I can breathe the island too
Ah we're living in the season of the shapes
Oh the shadows flocking over distant plains
There comes a time when they'll be we
To float upon the brink
Bobolink
Fly on my bird fly on my word
Fly on High Low
Fly on Bobolink
