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It must be strange to just fall from the stage
And snap a bone that is so close to the brain
And be attended to by so many down below
I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above
And you start singing just like light through a black floor
You start sliding like burned skin to a side door

Refrain:
But crow, when you throw yourself under
Singin's hard when you can't loose control
They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin'
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul

It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore
And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves
And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom
And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes
And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple
You'd start screaming just like sister aimee semple

But crow, when you throw yourself under
The streets are hard when you cannot lose control
They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin'
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul
Crow

It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies
Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee
And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter
You covered me with blankets in the chelsea hotel lobby
And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly
They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby

Repeat refrain
It must be strange to just fall from the stage   And snap a bone that is so close to the brain   And be attended to by so many down below   I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above   And you start singing just like light through a black floor   You start sliding like burned skin to a side door      Refrain:   But crow, when you throw yourself under   Singin's hard when you can't loose control   They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin'   And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul      It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore   And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves   And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom   And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes   And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple   You'd start screaming just like sister aimee semple      But crow, when you throw yourself under   The streets are hard when you cannot lose control   They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin'   And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul   Crow      It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies   Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee   And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter   You covered me with blankets in the chelsea hotel lobby   And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly   They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby      Repeat refrain