There Won't Be Any Crows Songtext
von Nesey Gallons

When heading down, where will we be found?
February bones took forever now
You were a water-wanderer with blue eyes
Drifting through the stars reflected on the lake

If you were a magic lantern then
Instead of blue eyes

There won′t be any cross to car with you there
There won't be any cross to car with you there


I once made a film with a nightingale
Of cannonballs where our heartbeats were near
But time goes by like an unwinding wish
Tilted toward winter once again

If you were an advent calendar then
Instead of blue eyes

There won′t be any cross to car with you there
There won't be any cross to car with you there
There won't be any cross to car with you there

The book of our memories on the table open
To the day we broke the carousel horse′s heart