The Crow

In dreams of champagne cities
Egyptian blue skies dripping

Your pretty things
She sings
The birds will flock to her
All simple things
Have gone
The crow belongs to him

Pale-pink night gal gold-digging
We'll paint the town hands bleeding

Your pretty things
She sings
The wind it blows her way
All simple things
Have gone
The earth stood still that day



Credits
Writer(s): Juliana Adriana Rowlands, Ari Hriar Balouzian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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