Lyrics Murder Of Crows - Jamie T

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