In the morning, I buckle my shoes like a pilgrim And make my way to the highway In the silhouette of silos Cry, cry, crow
I love you, more than you'll ever know dear Before I was born I could hear you Calling my name from far away Cry, cry, crow
In the distance, all the way from Iowa The city glows like a beating Heart upon the table Cry, cry, crow
In the dome-light, wherever you are going The hourglass your holding Is filled with falling snow Cry, cry, crowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
