Where I'll go the blackbird knows.
Sweet acquitter of the morning light.
Singing songs that no-one knows.
For a boy who liked his symphonies.

When you found me,
Never knew that I'd deserve you,
Someone like you.

Like our footprints in the snow.
We're moving on from black to blinding white.
Gotta take these stone walls down.
Gotta feeling that I like this town.

When you found me,
Never knew that I'd deserve you,
Someone like you.