· Lyrics ·
I envy the birds high up in the trees
They live out their lives so purposefully
I envy the spiders, the squirrels and seeds
They all find their way automatically
But in this handmade heaven, I come alive
Bluebirds forever colour the sky
In this handmade heaven, we forget the time
'Cause birds of a feather fly together
I carry along a feel of unease
I want to belong like the birds in the trees
I sit on my own look over the town
The skyscrapers glow like they'll never fall down
But in this handmade heaven, it's paradise
Bluebirds forever colour the sky
In this handmade heaven, we forget the time
'Cause birds of a feather fly together
In this handmade heaven, I come alive
Bluebirds forever colour t...