Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Of Crows, artist - Jamie T. Date of issue: 30.09.2014
Song language: English
Murder Of Crows |
| On to the green, |
| Brick to the love, |
| Its hot in the guts, |
| Im gunna grip to the rail, |
| Im hung and im hooked, |
| Fixed in a stare |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| One is the with, |
| And one is without |
| Perceiving a ghost |
| Im gunna stick to the trail |
| I wanna get in, |
| I wanna get out, |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| How can we love, like this (i guess life is like a rollercoaster) |
| In life love ignored my skin (guess nothing i should never trust her) |
| I dont know where’ve been (think nothing of a love who’ll leave ya) |
| Dont know nothing about him (but i know youve been seen out together) |
| On to the green, |
| Brick to the love, |
| Its hot in the guts, |
| Im gunna grip to the rail, |
| Im hung and im hooked, |
| Fixed in a stare |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| Am i strong enough baby to hate (set fire to the revelator) |
| The shogun turned up late (on a runaway train tryin to set a wager) |
| And theres a light twice shining bright in my eyes (its an oncoming train to |
| take ya) |
| Light of my life and into his wife (ill be waiting hope i see ya later) |
| On to the green, |
| Brick to the love, |
| Its hot in the guts, |
| Im gunna grip to the rail, |
| Im hung and im hooked, |
| Fixed in a stare |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| One is the with, |
| And one is without |
| Perceiving a ghost |
| Im gunna stick to the trail |
| I wanna get in, |
| I wanna get out, |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| The combination so slow, |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| Singing with a murder of crows |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| The combination so slow |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| Singing with a murder of crows |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| Combination so slow |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| Singing with a murder of crows, |
| Walking on old egg shells, |
| Combination so slow |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| Singing with a murder of crows |
| Walking on old egg shells |
| On to the green, |
| Brick to the love, |
| Its hot it he guts, |
| Im gunna grip to the rail, |
| Im hung and im hooked, |
| Fixed in a stare |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |
| One is the with, |
| And one is without |
| Perceiving a ghost |
| Im gunna stick to the trail |
| I wanna get in, |
| I wanna get out, |
| She sticks her root down on a meagre frame |