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