In the silence The black crow called And it's so crippling And i'm screaming A muddied tongue and hazy eyes We walk around like someone died He was screaming A child at birth With delicate feelings He can wriggle and wirm With all pure feelings The path it twists and turns The path it heals and burns Are we going in the wrong direction? Are we going in the wrong direction? Are we going in the wrong direction? When the black crow calls When the black crow calls When the black, the black crow calls. Our hands are in the air When we're not getting fed And how do I deal with the words we never said But we laid you down to rest And the journey is on me We're not going in the wrong direction We're not going in the wrong direction We're not going in the wrong direction When the black crow calls When the black crow calls When the black crow calls