Crows sing, early morning
Just before sunrise
Our night spent with the guilt
Until morning light
We share a cigarette, burdens and shame
Our lungs heavy in bliss
Our arms are sore from the weight
I may be a sinner
Forsaken and damned
Selfish and pride for the touch of her hand
Our lips speak in secrets
Our tongues lie in verse
Our hearts slow with the guilt
Our love, our only recourse
And we share a cigarette, burdens and shame
Our lungs heavy in bliss
Our arms are sore from the weight
I may be a sinner
Forsaken and damned
Selfish and pride for the touch of her hand
And I will hold you close with the ebb and flow
Though the tides may turn, we won't
And I will hold you tight like an anchor line
Through the cruelest seas at night
And I will hold you close with the ebb and flow
While the tides may turn, we won't
And I will hold you tight like an anchor line
Through the cruelest seas at night
We share a cigarette, burdens and shame
Our lungs heavy in bliss
Our arms are sore from the weight
I may be a sinner
Forsaken and damned
Selfish and pride for the touch of her hand
"Keep me like an old tune, something borrowed and blue
Bury me sound asleep beneath the boards in your room. I love you still and true. So watch me move at your will just like the tides for the moon."
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