Murder Of Crows

(альбом: All For Money - 2019)

She wrote you a letter
You ain't never read it
Sat out on your doorstep
Since the day that she sent it
She had lots to say but words just blew away
The letters got replaced with things she didn't say

Nail a crow to the fence and behold death's romance
The rest of the murder bear witness from the telephone wires
Lost lovers and friends well they will all attend
With roses and incense on the funeral pyre

She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
Dipped in cocaine and blood
A diamond needle on a broken record
Of a melody never sung

You stumbled for hours over pages
With gilded edges
Ink and newsprint smeared with cliff's sharp ledges
The image you saw, out of focus and out of turn
An envelope left in the light of the rising moon

She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
Dipped in cocaine and blood
A diamond needle on a broken record
Of a melody never sung

Time has left a handful of tear stained pages
Washed out memories left lost and faded
You've called out her name only left unsettled
A long phonograph, a thousand unspoken words

She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
Dipped in cocaine and blood
A diamond needle on a broken record
Of a melody never sung