What will get me through this night
Till the owl begins to sing again?
What will get me through this life
Till I begin to cling again?
And even though I was at home
When a black raven knocked at my door
I hid from him till he went away
I escaped that gore.
What will get me through this fright
Till the owl begins to sing again?
What will get me through this life
Till I start to cling again?
And even though I slept in a room
With madmen on the floor
And I didn't sleep for days from the raven's gaze
I escaped that whore.
