Joanne Shaw Taylor Dyin' To Know
You can't let go
See that old black crow
Feel that cold wind blow
Cause you're dying to know
You think you're free
Truth is you will bleed
Pure as the driven snow
And you're dying to know
Lost in the haze
Nights turn to days
Trying to find your way home
Dying to know
Holes in your veins
Blue bruised and shamed
Where does this road go
You're dying to know
You made friends with that old black crow
You're dying to know
