Golden days are so far away, There's a black rain up above. Out on the wind you hear a crow, She's under your skin and you drift away.
She spreads her wings when she's gonna fly, the crow... If you make her sing when she's coming she will let you know.
Her frozen hand takes your breath away. As she leads your soul through the dark. You know that she came to break your heart, But, oh, when she moves you fall in love again...
And she spreads her wings when she's gonna fly, the crow... If you make her sing when she's coming she will let you know.
She spreads her wings and they black out the sun. You won't hear her sing and she'll leave when the damage is done.
Cold heart, warm gun, a dying soul. Bright eyes, black soul, she'll never let you go.
And she spreads her wings when she's gonna fly, the crow... If you make her sing when she's coming she will let you know.
She spreads her wings and they black out the sun. You won't her sing and she'll leave when the damage is done.