Counting Crows – A Murder of One

11 July, 2007 - Wednesday

Counting Crows – A Murder of One

Blue morning
Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of
fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten,
Doesn’t have to mean
You’re on your own
You can look
Outside your window
He doesn’t have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a
shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a
dream, dream, dream
Are you happy where you’re sleeping?
Does he keep you
safe and warm?
Does he tell you when
you’re sorry?
Does he tell you when
you’re wrong?
I’ve been watching you
for hours
It’s been years since
we were born
We were perfect when
we started
I’ve been wondering where
we’ve gone
All your life is such a
shame shame shame
All your love is just a
dream dream dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up
a hillside in the snow
Casting 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 and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests
inside you
Sleeping underneath
your skin
When you open up your
wings to speak
I wish you’d
let me in
All your life is such a
shame shame shame
All your love is just a
dream dream dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the
flames flames flames
of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don’t want to waste
your life baby
I walk along these hillsides
in the summer
‘neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight
falling down on me

Change, change, change

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