The Black Crow

Through sparrow black wind
A dead crow calls out to his wing
We were lightning
Across the whole world

We were lightning
Lightning
Lightning

And the guides to black cats
We made a cross when our shadows met
And the guides to black cats
We made a pact when our shadows passed

Through sparrow black wind
A dead crow calls out to his wing
I'm getting weaker, I'm getting thin
I hate how obvious I have been

I?m getting weaker
Weaker
Weaker
Weaker

And I look down
And I see the whole world

And it's fading