I often say good night I want to go so far away Sometimes I see blue skies sometimes I see black darkness I don't know how to save the last thing that I have When the morning goes away All my problems come again When the morning goes away All my problems come again
I will extend a hand And a black bird Will sit down on my hand. I've been waiting for a long time when the black bird come to me
all under me becomes black dirt I try to find a way to escape I wait till my savior comes i wait so long i'm so tired