A murderous flock, beating the wind They don't need any friends They're up to their necks in them
Say I was a lonely gust of wind Could I redirect them?
I'd make a city of this ghost town Even let the crows come Rest their necks and nest their young Even let the crows come Rest their necks and nest their young
Troubles are gone on the horizon So I stick a finger in Just to test the sweetness
Say you gave all of your troubles To someone deserving?
They'd make a city of this ghost town Even let the crows come Rest their necks and nest their young Even let the crows come Rest their necks and nest their young
