Song | Black Crow |
Artist | Sad Lovers and Giants |
Album | Melting in the Fullness of Time |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
He’s sitting there again | |
Black carrion crow, black crow | |
Through all the years I’ve known | |
He’s always come and gone | |
But now it looks as if he’s here to stay | |
So don’t lean on me now | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
And as I look at him | |
A brand new path begins | |
Inside my soul | |
My soul | |
So don’t lean on me now | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don’t lean on me now | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
So don’t lean on me now | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don’t lean on me now | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I’ve got to rescue myself | |
I’ve got to rescue myself |
Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
He' s sitting there again | |
Black carrion crow, black crow | |
Through all the years I' ve known | |
He' s always come and gone | |
But now it looks as if he' s here to stay | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
And as I look at him | |
A brand new path begins | |
Inside my soul | |
My soul | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I' ve got to rescue myself |
Stare Down The Garden through the rain | |
He' s sitting there again | |
Black carrion crow, black crow | |
Through all the years I' ve known | |
He' s always come and gone | |
But now it looks as if he' s here to stay | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
And as I look at him | |
A brand new path begins | |
Inside my soul | |
My soul | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
So don' t lean on me now | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I need a spoonful | |
Of sweet medicine tonight | |
I' ve got to rescue myself | |
I' ve got to rescue myself |