Field of Crows
I'm tryna crack the code
All of the skies are grey
Baby, we're getting old
I don't got much to say
Look at the field of crows
The field of crows
And there would be no other
But I'm not your lover
Not your lover
Look at the mess we made
I feel my bones decay
My body is made of clay
I'll be dead anyway
It's just a skull you say
It only hurts my brain
But I'll be dead anyway
And there might be no other
But I'm not your lover
All of the skies are grey
Baby, we're getting old
I don't got much to say
Look at the field of crows
The field of crows
And there would be no other
But I'm not your lover
Not your lover
Look at the mess we made
I feel my bones decay
My body is made of clay
I'll be dead anyway
It's just a skull you say
It only hurts my brain
But I'll be dead anyway
And there might be no other
But I'm not your lover
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Writer(s): Chris Whittle
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