Sorrows Of A Blue Eyed Liar Lyrics - The Magic Door - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Pale skies, last snow of spring 

John the butcher, picked poor Robin clean 

Black smoke, tied to nine knots 

The wheel of stars that won't ever stop 

Hole in heaven, rain on the stove 

The plough is crooked, the lead won't hold 

So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire 

Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar 

Grey prayers, what never can be 

Solemn words repeated to me 

Thread bare, down to my soul 

And when it breaks, nobody will know 

Hole in heaven, rain on the stove 

The Plough is crooked, lead won't hold 

So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire 

Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar 

Rain on the old weather vein 

The field where the bay ponies play 

When "love" is just too hard to say 

Silence is pain 

A raven dies, all will then know 

Lone black feather, rests on white snow 

Hole in heaven, rain on the stove 

The Plow is crooked, lead won't hold 

So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire 

Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar