Rush Of Blood - Bernard Fanning

There’s quiet resignation in the corners of your eyes

A bleak and brutal sadness nobody could contrive

No ocean deep discussion could unravel or unwind

There’s freedom to your movement when the music

hits its stride

So delicately cadenced, self evidently right

No cluster of sweet melody could dampen or outshine

In a rush of blood I threw it all away

Oh lord what was I thinking of that day

The blackbird at your window

Singing blue into the day

By the time you’d turned to listen

Sang and up and flew away

No love song of devotion

However delicately played could pretend to replace

In a rush of blood I threw it all away

Oh lord what was I thinking of that day

It’s lingered long upon my lips

Then up and flew away

Singing up a blue blue day

Singing up a blue blue day

She up and flew away