Murder of Crows

Honour the green

Bring to the love

It's hot in the guts

I'm gunna grip to the rail

I'm hung and I'm hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I'm gunna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

How can we love like this?

(Guess life is like a roller coaster)

In life, love gnawed at my skin

(Guess nothing I should never trust her)

I don't know where I've been

(Think nothing of a love and leave ya)

Don't know nothing about him

(But I know that you've been seen out together)

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It's hot in the guts

I'm gunna grip to the rail

I'm hung and I'm hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

Am I strong enough baby to hate

(Set fire to the revelator)

The shogun turned up late

(On a runaway train tryna set a wager)

And there's a light twice shining bright in my eyes

(It's an oncoming train to take ya)

Out of my life and in to his wife

(I'll be waiting, hope I'll see ya later)

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It's hot in the guts

I'm gunna grip to the rail

I'm hung and I'm hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I'm gunna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It's hot in the guts

I'm gunna grip to the rail

I'm hung and I'm hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I'm gunna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame