Happy morning I woke up to a crow's song They are croaking To abusive music Happy mourning I woke up to all my problems solved And dissolved In a swamp of the past years So I learnt to transform This sweetest lethargy
Gripping onto The reality of Facing a thousand As they circle above
The strings of my soul Got loose too soon 'Cause the reins of my heart Were too tight all the time Were too tight all the time
Here I am sitting on the edge Of a cold fence The same fence I left you all behind
An intricate weaving of a barrier Separating death from life
Dead hands feel no pain Blackened hearts, early graves A reflection of the sky Through the mirrors of the eyes
I can hear them coming down A familiar sound It won't be long It won't be long Before they tear me apart As they circle above Crashing down like black rain Dead hands feel no pain
Gripping onto The reality of Facing a thousand As they circle above
The strings of my soul Got loose too soon 'Cause the reins of my heart Were too tight all the time Were too damn tight all the time
It is my time to fill the niche It is my time to serve What a nice day to fall into a ditch And be a feast for crows And be a feast for crowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
