Hey, I can't get my head straight,
Of words we're twenty blocks too late.
Now the devil is in my face;
She seems to be looking down.
And hey, have you heard about Mr. Crow?
Well, I think so but I don't know.
Well, you can't let your panic show.
My bones is beginning to shake,
Reach out your hollow flame,
Oh, you're hangin' so weird and strange,
Oh, your darkest days, they're just beginning now
And hey, got to move all across this thing, as the
moon has made everything mean.
Now it tears apart my brain,
Come and leave somehow, lights to the world the sun
is rising from the moon and the earth to the stars.
Simple wings are simply pulled apart.