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 with 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 with pride for the touch of her hand

And I'll hold you close with the ebb and flow

Though the tides may turn, we won't

And I'll hold you tight like an anchor line

Through the cruelest seas at night

And I'll hold you close with the ebb and flow

While the tides may turn, we won't

And I'll 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."