The sun shines on the black crow
as it reminds her of whats true...

Its so hard to look at you'
when we always look away...

Your name is a silent whisper
On a precious bottle of wine...

My old song is skipping
With scratches of light...

There like the clock, you can count
One cut two cut three cut four...

Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep...

"Do not give in to the eyes of youth"
Once had been the warning...

If you just ask me
I’ll change you...

Three glances two shots (down to the floor)
the dates keep on changing (phantoms wanting more...

She took a piece of paper
and wrote a name on it...

And still i find an ounce of hope
in all the future brings...

Fireflies with broken wings
hear her hollow as she sings...