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
shadows on the winter sky. As you stood there counting crows One for sorrow, two for joy. Three for girls and four for boys. Five for silver, six for gold. Seven for a secret never to be told But
When you disappear on me it's just like. parades in the rain. Every time i see you you just disappear again. Every time you're leaving i don't know what to say. I wanna see this whole town go away
She is trapped inside a month of gray. And they take a little every day. She is a victim of her own responses. Shackled to a heart that wants to settle and then runs away. It's a sin to be fading
Start tearin' the old man down. Run past the heather and down to the old road. Start turnin' the grain into the ground. Roll a new leaf over In the middle of the night. There's an old man shreddin
I get so nervous, I'm shaking. It's so I got no pride at all. It gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more. Guess I just get off on that stuff I'm thinkin' 'bout taking some time. Thinkin'
I gotta rush away, she said. I've been to Boston before. Anyway, this change I've been feeling. Doesn't make the rain fall No big differences these days. Just the same old walkways. Someday I'm g
All of the sudden she disappears. Just yesterday she was here. Somebody tell me if I am sleeping. Someone should be with me here. 'Cause I don't wanna be alone I wanna be the knife that cuts into
Bài hát Scarecrow - Counting Crows. Mary steers clear of the men from space. Back alley kid with an American face. She wants the wine, he brings a case. To carry them on through. (I said) you know
All my friends got flowers in their eyes. But I got none this season. All of the last ten years' blooms have gone and died. Time doesn't give a reason Well hey baby, do you ask yourself sometimes.
When I think of Heaven, deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down in your sea of pens and feathers. And all other instruments of faith and *** and God. In the belly of a black-winge