Full Of Blue

The birds are in the bathroom making chocolate cake
I am throwing pennies waiting for you to wake, for you to wake
Thunderclouds are telling me to hold onto you
They don't know that I am swollen and full of blue, and full of blue
Birds know something I don't know, its going to rain
So I will make some butterpie and leave for the train, leave for the train
Never know the way to leave unless you're asleep
Remember the laughing days for they are to keep, they are to keep