| Song | fly low carrion crow |
| Artist | Two Gallants |
| Album | Two Gallants |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for the dead I owe | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I've seen no one else should know | |
| It's just you and me and my rib cage brain | |
| Polish the brass and we dust the pain | |
| And we lay down fallow like slaveless chains | |
| And they call us sick as though they're all so sane | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for to free my soul | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I've seen no one else should know | |
| What speak you of a love so bold? | |
| No song could sing, no word could hold | |
| Well I warn you now of an end foretold | |
| And a life long waiting for a desperate road | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| Seize my body for it lives no more | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I've seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I've seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I've seen no one else should know |
| zuo qu : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for the dead I owe | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| It' s just you and me and my rib cage brain | |
| Polish the brass and we dust the pain | |
| And we lay down fallow like slaveless chains | |
| And they call us sick as though they' re all so sane | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for to free my soul | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| What speak you of a love so bold? | |
| No song could sing, no word could hold | |
| Well I warn you now of an end foretold | |
| And a life long waiting for a desperate road | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| Seize my body for it lives no more | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know |
| zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
| Fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for the dead I owe | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| It' s just you and me and my rib cage brain | |
| Polish the brass and we dust the pain | |
| And we lay down fallow like slaveless chains | |
| And they call us sick as though they' re all so sane | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| And seize my body for to free my soul | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| What speak you of a love so bold? | |
| No song could sing, no word could hold | |
| Well I warn you now of an end foretold | |
| And a life long waiting for a desperate road | |
| So fly low ye carrion crow | |
| Seize my body for it lives no more | |
| And drop me high into the depths below | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know | |
| For the things I' ve seen no one else should know |