The crows are on the wire
Their beady little eyes
They stare, they congregate
Accumulate out of habit
The crows are staying patient
They will soon be feasting well
As time will tell
When their interest will be added
Faith? everyone's thinking the same
Thinking how fragile this game we play as occupants
Of life rafts made of balsa wood
Trust? everyone's thinking we must
Find a way to change the rules that tie us up in knots
These crows they keep on staring
Why are they so still?
Are they waiting for the thrill of creeping isolation?
Why are they so still?
We take this bitter pill of screaming desolation.
The crows remain on the wire
Been weeks since they have feasted
They stare they congregate
Accumulating panic
They urge us to be patient
And serve us empty plates
Be sure to make a date in your diary... mealtime is coming
Faith? everyone's thinking the same
Thinking how fragile this game we play as occupants
Of life rafts made of balsa wood
Trust? everyone's thinking we must
Find a way to change the rules that tie us up in knots
These crows they keep on staring
The beauty of the soul is hidden in us all
They watch it from the wires, eying us like carrion
Why are they so still?