Album Name : What the Crow Brings
Release Date : 2007-09-21
Song Duration : 4:58
Low Anthem As The Flame Burns Down
Down down down down
The wicked candle burns to the ground
Down down down down
The wicked candle burns
The body is stone
but the soul is made of cloud
And it has no home but to cry out loud
We run and we run
Try to cover lots of ground
But in the end
Down down
Down down down down
Burns the cigarette to your mouth
It felt like something coming
But it never came around
And all the while
Down down
The bottles are all empty
And the moon is still
Above the folks that sell the weapons and the folks
that kill
Are you a coward or a convict?
Is it hard to tell?
Both the lonesome and the restless are sleeping well
What's yours is mine
Bless the fire warm and bright
What's yours is mine
Bless the words that meant farewell
The winds that finally filled your sails
Bless those tethers when they tore
What's yours is mine and mine is you