I went to a wedding, I brought a song
Folded up like a list of thanks, had a praise of fun
The bride was snow white, the groom was strong
The trail was as endless as the day is long
Some days are fairy tales, some days be lie
The four-and-twenty blackbirds, they could fly
They could open up their sweet throats
To serenade a king
That's a lot of heat to take
And still be able to sing, sing, sing
It's not been proven hard to bring an ending start
And even easier to die from a broken heart
Oh, as a blind force trauma
From the fireworks
Someone is celebrating while another gets hurt
Some days are fairy tales, some days be lie
The four-and-twenty blackbirds, they could fly
They could open up their sweet throats
To serenade a king
Oh, as a blind force trauma


That's a lot of heat to take
And still be able to sing
Still I see them in the night
With their blood-red wings alight
While the rocket's red glare
Gives proof through the night
That something's not right
Something's not right
In the book of stone

There is no prophecy
There was no need for God
In the way things came to be
Some live by faith
Some live by proof
They don't meet up on a friendly road
Or live under the same roof
Some days are fairy tales
Some days be lie
But should we live by that?
Oh, as a blind force trauma

The four-and-twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie
Could open up their sweet throats
To serenade a king
That's a lot of heat to take
And still be able to sing
Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing!


And the birds fall hard like black rain
Darken the earth with a portent stain
Beat like drums, they beat like wings
Are we looking, are we listening?
Sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing