Ravens Lyrics
Late last night, about a quarter to twelveIn the middle of an awful stormI took fright at the terrible sightOf a raven flying into my roomMy blood ran cold, my heart stood stillAs I pulled the covers over my headA minute dragged by as I opened my eyes upTo find her at the end of my bedThen she spoke in a devilish croakAbout herself being one of a scoreAnd I felt sick at the very ideaOf dealing with nineteen moreShe said, "look out your window"I see a skyfull, I pull a rifle on them all.Pink sunrise in the wintry skiesAll warm on the wings of a doveShe sinks and lands on the back of my handAnd sings with the voice of love... "Thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things As I am one of the same, Fed so well on the best of your dreams And the beauty found within But those black beasts that you see in the east Are scratching on the orchard floor At split, sweet fruits and the writhing worms That you keep behind the straining door Go to the cellar! I see the beasts and they're eating Feasting on it".Fill my head with small white flowersHelp the sweetness heal the sourDraw on high religious powerFree the ravens from the tower.
All About Eve Ravens
