Crows

It's the wine bottle's cork you get drunk on

It's the feeling you get right after the show is through

And I'm sad to report it's food for crows

It's the same old story and you know how it goes

And it's gonna come back to haunt

Another why after ever answer to the question of what remains in a cage

And it's strangely still alive

I saw the sunset with my own two eyes

Crows are coming home

It's just the internal dialogue

At the edge of the west it was dread and it was torture without any end And on the hollywood sign it was waving goodbye