Well I'm not so well acquainted
With the topography of your mind
I need a detailed description
A representation of some kind
And I lost my balance
And toppled in to a shallow pool
Marched in a torchlight parade
Hair styled into a Tony Curtis
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The blackbird sang the sun to bed
The bonds of heaven
Are slipped  dissolved and loosed
Like schoolboys
They had swarmed round a single able-seaman
He slinks like a cat in the night
His belly dragging to the ground
Leaving an anchorage in haste
He detached the carriage from a moving train
The cool silky stuff of his shirt
Slipping over her skin
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
The bonds of heaven
Are slipped  dissolved and loosed
Slipped  dissolved and loosed
Slipped  dissolved and loosed
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
And the blackbird sang the sun to bed
The bonds of heaven
Are slipped  dissolved and loosed
Slipped  dissolved and loosed
Slipped  dissolved and loosed