Song Old Crows - Alexisonfire. Old crows ride in the mouth of the beast. Sleep beneath its tongue, cradled by its teeth. We roam from shore to shore. From the open sky to the ocean floor. The more we
Black Crows on the blue sky. Always making a mess. And I wake in the morning tangled up in their nest. They're laughing from phone lines. Stealing dreams from my head. It's time to get up now
Pennies from heaven. Don't make me laugh. Here all you'll get. Is the pattering rain. Or yon two crows up over the hill. Looking for winterkill. Always at your boots. The mud behind the byre
The crows came in to watch a stare,. Pretending to be friends of mine,. And I don't think I like them anymore,. . The clock goes off, it's close to eight,. I'm working all alone today,. And I