Little bird in blue worlds
Spinning things with wings
Beating the sacred heart
Running cold and scared

Wanting warmer weather
To leave all winter behind
The cutting edge of the sword
In blood of the burning heart

Nailed into unholy ground
And the skies going under
Over paradise is offering
Something to prevent nothing

Little bird in white worlds
Singing nothing to hear
Without heed of the heart
Cut by the swords of heaven

Lyrics submitted by Bloodmouth

Little Blue Bird song meanings
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