The streets here are run by crows
Everyone knows, nobody knows
They take a shiny truth in the beak
To feed the young it's histories
Straight from the horses mouth
To the ones of your babies
The river runs with the wings of drought and disease
The gulls have never seen the sea
Because they live in the city
The pigeons need to have a name
For the burden of leaving
The sparrows have no place to speak
For if they did they would not say
The way you build your neighborhood is a shallow farce
What does it mean when the crows shoot down from above
What does it mean for the crows
To investigate themselves and find the crime is no crime
In their hands anymore
And now I know
That the game of node was a uniform that has been designed by the public eye
and they're watchin' me
With a mindly eye
Yes they're watchin' me
With a mindly eye
Zeige deinen Freunden, dass dir Crows von Clues gefällt:
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