The Crow

Found a crow
Broke its wing
You said I like inside of things
And a tree where you hung up your skin to dry
And wait for god to come

Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah

And I have fucked up underlined
And you have loved me most of the time
And all I do is write shit lullabies for babies I don't make
And tell you lies

Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah
Haaaaa ah

Found a crow
Broke its wing
You said I like inside of things