Crows Talk from Pink Hell by Honeymoan

Got this shadow hanging over me
Solo walk in the cemetery
I’ll just sit with the graves
Feeding peanuts to the crows
They something I don’t know
So quiet hear what they’ve got to say

Don’t look now
They’ve started gathering round
Brought my pen and notebook
Imma write it down

Staring out in disbelief
Is anyone seeing what I see
Look around I guess the
Jokes on me
Stepping our from under
Willow trees
A thousand beady eyes on me
I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready

Don’t look now
They’ve started gathering round
Brought my pen and notebook
Imma write it down

Go to lots of places and
Remember all faces
Of the people all the sweeties
And the faces of the meanies
Own nothing
and spread your wings
Make a lot of noise and
Shit on things
Life so small
From a sky view
Little people
In city zoos

Come to think of it you and me
Always looking at different scenes
Even staring at exact same things
Guess I’ve never ever quite believed
There’d be such a variety
Of what is real what is real what is real

Don’t look now
They’ve started gathering round
Brought my pen and notebook
Imma write it down

Go to lots of places and
Remember all faces
Of the people all the sweeties
And the faces of the meanies
Own nothing
and spread your wings
Make a lot of noise and
Shit on things
Life so small
From a sky view
Little people
In city zoos

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