Buzzards & Crows
We could throw ourselves in the road but receive no cover from streetlights
Why not come in for a Jame’s and escape life
We’re idle in the meantime
Aristocrats and architects with broken dreams
Well, I say the dead sea is dying, you say you’re going underground for a while
Well we all need to be recognized for something
True as the devil’s eyes are blue
Work-a-days and underpaids still hold the key
I see this place from my window
It grows on the corner like the rest
There are the buzzards and the crow
Pecking eyes of a scene self-obsessed
Now, if commandment 11 is don’t get caught
Then 12 must be don’t ever tell
Then ask yourself do you believe you’ll go to hell
My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil
But he never showed and if he says that I believe
I hear this place from my window
Call me like a lighthouse to the sea
There swarm the buzzards and the crows
Pulling wide, talking wise endlessly
You and I hanging around
Writing each other’s names
Scissors we cut it out
Enchantment we thought might wait
No need to be recognized
‘cause we could be self-assured
We could be happy indoors
I know this place from my window
Trip out and fall to the ground below
Heads up for the buzzards and the crows
Still believe in the void of themselves
Still believe in the void of themselves
And all the trees and animals and mountains breathe
