Texty:
Flying Like A Lonely Crow

uncover me new space A new space, Which could have brought me happiness And I could be conquered by no one I could be free As if I flew like a lonely crow

I'm slowly dying now, a pleasant death. I can see them coming; three birds flying across the darkened sky, this! a murder of crows.

I'm slowly dying now, a pleasant death. I can see them coming; three birds flying across the darkened sky, this! a murder of crows.

set you free I'll remember your truth that set me free from it getting Darker and darker in that secret place It came flying through the air like a