Song | The Ravens |
Artist | Emily Jane White |
Album | Victorian America |
The bats dropped night in | |
A sunken skull imprint | |
Of out bodies on the bed | |
A plaster mold it seems | |
Delicate, enshrined | |
A masterpiece | |
Left to die | |
Here we go again | |
A splitting of the wood | |
Carved and thinned | |
Until there's nothing left | |
But some shavings and | |
An album that you left | |
Behind | |
Oh my broken bones | |
Crippled and thrown | |
To the wayside | |
But we weren't in it to win | |
Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
And a violent wind | |
Ripped the wave from the shore | |
And I know that you caved in | |
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
And so I walk the line | |
To the beating of this never ending lie | |
The ravens they fly low | |
Death a ubiquitous member | |
And knock forever more | |
Or just break down the door | |
To this labyrinth of your twisted heart | |
But I am just like you | |
Selfish and abused | |
There is a shadow | |
That stalks my hide | |
But what do you do with this skin | |
A home in which you live | |
It's insufficient | |
But we weren't in it to win | |
Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
And a violent wind | |
Ripped the wave from the shore | |
And I know that you caved in | |
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
But you know I understand | |
So I’ll drop the ball from up on high | |
And watch it descend | |
Growing ever further from my eye | |
And so I walk the line | |
To the beating of this never ending lie |
The bats dropped night in | |
A sunken skull imprint | |
Of out bodies on the bed | |
A plaster mold it seems | |
Delicate, enshrined | |
A masterpiece | |
Left to die | |
Here we go again | |
A splitting of the wood | |
Carved and thinned | |
Until there' s nothing left | |
But some shavings and | |
An album that you left | |
Behind | |
Oh my broken bones | |
Crippled and thrown | |
To the wayside | |
But we weren' t in it to win | |
Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
And a violent wind | |
Ripped the wave from the shore | |
And I know that you caved in | |
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
And so I walk the line | |
To the beating of this never ending lie | |
The ravens they fly low | |
Death a ubiquitous member | |
And knock forever more | |
Or just break down the door | |
To this labyrinth of your twisted heart | |
But I am just like you | |
Selfish and abused | |
There is a shadow | |
That stalks my hide | |
But what do you do with this skin | |
A home in which you live | |
It' s insufficient | |
But we weren' t in it to win | |
Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
And a violent wind | |
Ripped the wave from the shore | |
And I know that you caved in | |
And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
But you know I understand | |
So I' ll drop the ball from up on high | |
And watch it descend | |
Growing ever further from my eye | |
And so I walk the line | |
To the beating of this never ending lie |