Raven Songtext
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Raven Songtext
Half-drunk coffee in my hand, raven on my back
I′ll never be forgiven in my own heart and in my head, panic attack
It ain't here yet, but I feel it coming on
This is the calm before the storm, before the calm
Before the storm, before the calm
Sometimes, I like to jumble up the words
Until whatever meaning they had becomes obscure, holy and pure
I′ll never be forgiven in my own heart, of that I'm sure
Turn the ignition, feel the baby purr, mm-hmm-mm
Bought it at an auction somewhere a few years back
Could hardly afford it, but everything became about that black Cadillac
It was like an omen or a dream, the purest song
I could feel the weight lifting, see it dissolve, completely gone
I ain't there yet, but I feel it coming off
Fake it to make it, gotta be weak before you′re strong
Dusk on the highway, wind humming a song
Can′t make out the words yet, but I'm trying to sing along
(Oh-oh-oh)
I′ll never be forgiven for all I've done wrong
In my own heart, in my own heart
All I′ve done wrong, all I've done wrong
I wanna see you, be a better friend
I will never be forgiven in my own heart
If I can′t have your heart to tend to
Took a picture of a cardinal sitting on the other fence
It flew away before I got there
But I can still see her red fragments
Traces of the wings in my own mind, in my own head
On the tip of my tongue in the forever falling avalanches
Caskets and memory in the prison moment
I somehow always put it away
Put it away in my pocket
For some other dark night or day I need it for
Beautiful bright streaks of red paint
Holy and pure, I'll never be
But I can hold both things in this way
In my mind, my heart, shoulders and teeth
Multitudes of a spirit, so many things
Free-falling, floating, calling, soft silences
Darkness and light defeat and fight blindness and sight
Black raven eyes, black raven eyes
You in twilight
I′ll never be forgiven in my own heart and in my head, panic attack
It ain't here yet, but I feel it coming on
This is the calm before the storm, before the calm
Before the storm, before the calm
Sometimes, I like to jumble up the words
Until whatever meaning they had becomes obscure, holy and pure
I′ll never be forgiven in my own heart, of that I'm sure
Turn the ignition, feel the baby purr, mm-hmm-mm
Bought it at an auction somewhere a few years back
Could hardly afford it, but everything became about that black Cadillac
It was like an omen or a dream, the purest song
I could feel the weight lifting, see it dissolve, completely gone
I ain't there yet, but I feel it coming off
Fake it to make it, gotta be weak before you′re strong
Dusk on the highway, wind humming a song
Can′t make out the words yet, but I'm trying to sing along
(Oh-oh-oh)
I′ll never be forgiven for all I've done wrong
In my own heart, in my own heart
All I′ve done wrong, all I've done wrong
I wanna see you, be a better friend
I will never be forgiven in my own heart
If I can′t have your heart to tend to
Took a picture of a cardinal sitting on the other fence
It flew away before I got there
But I can still see her red fragments
Traces of the wings in my own mind, in my own head
On the tip of my tongue in the forever falling avalanches
Caskets and memory in the prison moment
I somehow always put it away
Put it away in my pocket
For some other dark night or day I need it for
Beautiful bright streaks of red paint
Holy and pure, I'll never be
But I can hold both things in this way
In my mind, my heart, shoulders and teeth
Multitudes of a spirit, so many things
Free-falling, floating, calling, soft silences
Darkness and light defeat and fight blindness and sight
Black raven eyes, black raven eyes
You in twilight
Writer(s): Paul Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com