The Black Crow

Through sparrow, black wind
A dead crow, calls out to his wings
We were lightning, across the whole world
We were lightning
Lightning
Lightning

And the guise, to black cats
We made a cross when our shadows met
And the guise, to black cats
We made a pact when our shadows passed

Through sparrow, black wind
A dead crow, calls out to his wings
I'm getting weaker, I'm getting thin
I hate how obvious I have been
I'm getting weaker
Weaker
Weaker
Weaker

And I look down, and I see the whole world
And it's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading
It's fading



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Molina
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