The Promise of Change (Live)

Black crows
Are looking at him
It's almost like a cliché
But they are looking so mean
Yeah they are looking so mean

Black crows
Are looking at black stones
They're all that is left of
The place he called home
Yeah the place he called home

They are
Screaming, screaming, screaming
Like it was all his fault
All his fault

Black crows
Are singing just let go
Of the things that are long gone
We'll build something new
Yeah we'll build something new

Black crows
Are building a black stove
In a house that was once blue
The promise of change
Yeah the promise of change

They are
Screaming, screaming, screaming
Like it was all his fault
All his fault
All his fault
All his fault

Black crows
Are painting the ceiling
In a shade of green
That he used to enjoy
Yeah that he used to enjoy

Raging
He buys a sledgehammer
He thinks he can't take it
Wants to tear the place down
Until there's nothing but stones



Credits
Writer(s): Peer Langenheim
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