A murderous flock, beating the wind

They don't need any friends

They're up to their necks in them

Say I was a lonely gust of wind

Could I redirect them?

I'd make a city of this ghost town

Even let the crows come

Rest their necks and nest their young

Even let the crows come

Rest their necks and nest their young

Troubles are gone on the horizon

So I stick a finger in

Just to test the sweetness

Say you gave all of your troubles

To someone deserving?

They'd make a city of this ghost town

Even let the crows come

Rest their necks and nest their young

Even let the crows come

Rest their necks and nest their young

Rest their necks and nest their young