Mother crow feels no pain. Speaks no words. Speckled egg, hatching slow. Bible-black baby bird. One day, fly over me. . Placed you in a Flannel coat. Months fly by.
One day the dreamers died within us. When all our answers never came. We hid the truth beneath our skin but. Our shadows never looked the same. . A ghost is all that's left.
Well you know I hardly speak. And when I do, it's just for you. I haven't said a word in weeks. 'Cause they've been keeping me from you. . But there's a way where there's a will.