The Starlings: Music & Lyrics

I was born in heaven, hell ain’t got no hand
The king of spades could never beat all the beauty of the land
I’ve got both hands behind my back
But there’s a magic trick or two if you reach into my hat

I’ve seen the totem, I’ve seen the sign
I’ve heard the riddle, there ain’t no denying
I wonder about the casket in the ground
Is it there for the dead soul, is it there for the crowd around

Do you want to go down there
Do you want to sleep in the cold ground
Do you want to go down there
Well I know it’s not me in there, I still don’t think it’s free in there

I work the night shift, I break sleep
In two little pieces of dreams that I wake from
Tends to remind me of olden times
When I was a little child and everything rhymed

Don’t block the sun, no don’t block the light
Need it to grow a little bit stronger, need it to get through the night
I wonder about the casket in the ground
Is it there for the dead soul, is it there for the crowd around

(Refrain)

Freedom takes you the long way home
It’s the only way to get there, you must go alone
I’d rather burn, I’d rather fly
Bones into ashes, toss away to the sky
I’d rather burn, I’d rather fly
Bones into ashes, toss away to the sky
I wonder about the casket in the ground
Is it there for the dead soul, is it there for the crowd around

(Refrain)