Who said you're not per-fect, Sil-ly pho-to on the wall? You dream a-bout big love, Sus-pect it all in vain. It all in vain. Who said you're not hap-py, Sad ca-sual stran-ger in the park? How could you guess a-bout it, How dare he has no-ticed? So pret-ty wings are bro-ken, And deep scars will ne-ver heal no more. But thorn bird sings the song Till the end, un-til it's death! Some-one called you by name, And you hope that some-one needs you. Some-times it seems like sal-va-tion, Some-times it seems like a jinx. Like a jinx! So pret-ty wings are bro-ken, And deep scars will ne-ver heal no more. But thorn bird sings the song Till the end, un-til it's death! No-bo-dy near, Re-mem-ber e-very tear, Hide your fear. In lone-some world, You're wait-ing for the night To meet your shade! So pret-ty wings are bro-ken, And deep scars will ne-ver heal no more. But thorn bird sings the song Till the end, un-til it's death! So pret-ty wings are bro-ken, And deep scars will ne-ver heal no more. But thorn bird sings the song Till the end, un-til it's death!