Well I'm not so well acquainted With the topography of your mind I need a detailed description A representation of some kind And i lost my balance And toppled into a shallow pool Marched in a torchlight parade Hair styled into a Tony Curtis The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed Like schoolboys The had swarmed round a single able-seaman He slinks like a cat in the night, His belly dragging to the ground Leaving an anchorage in haste He detatched the carriage from a moving train The cool silky stuff of his shirt Slipping over her skin The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The blackbird sang the sun to bed The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed