ONCE AGAIN I AM NOT BRAVE,
THEY SWITCH ME ON, I DIG MY GRAVE.
I DON T BARK TO BREAK MY CHAIN,
I GROWL, I WHINE, I SQUEEZE MY BRAIN.
SHE COMES TO ME
FROM DEEPEST NIGHT
SPREADING WINGS
TO CLOSE THE LIGHT.
I AM PRINCE TO BE A FROG
I AM A BIG OLD BLACK DOG,
DOZING UNDER SKIN OF OCEAN
DREAMING CROWS IN SLOW-MOTION..
CLOSING EYES IN FLASH OF LIGHT.
FINDING WAYS IN MAZE OF NIGHT.
DREAMING CALM WHEN WILD WIND BLOWS
WHAT THE NIGHT BRINGS NOONE KNOWS.
... SHE IS SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.
MY STRENGHTS RISE IN DEPTHS OF NIGHT.
I LL WAKE UP WHEN YOU KILL THE LIGHT,
DARK AND STILLNESS – MILD WIND BLOWS,
... SHE IS SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.
WAKE ME UP FROM DEPTHS OF NIGHT,
COME TO ME AND DOWSE THE LIGHT,
DARK IS SOOTHING – MILD WIND BLOWS,
... SHE IS SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.
... SHE IS SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.
... SHE IS SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.
... I AM SLEEPING WITH THE CROWS.