Lyrics The Crow - Midnight Sister

The Crow

In dreams of shouting cities
Egyptian blue skies dripping
Your pretty things, she sings
The birds will flock to her
All simple things have gone
The crow belongs to him
Pale, pink nightgown, gold-digging
We’ll paint the town, hands bleeding
Your pretty things, she sings
The wind it blows her way
All simple things have gone
The birds stood still that day