It must be strange to just fall from the stage And snap a bone that is so close to the brain And be attended to by so many down below I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above And you start singing just like light through a black floor You start sliding like burned skin to a side door
Refrain: But crow, when you throw yourself under Singin's hard when you can't loose control They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul
It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple You'd start screaming just like sister aimee semple
But crow, when you throw yourself under The streets are hard when you cannot lose control They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin' And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul Crow
It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter You covered me with blankets in the chelsea hotel lobby And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby
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