Buzzards And Crows

we can throw ourselves in the road

but receive no comfort from streetlights

why not come in for a jamies and a escape life

we'll idle in the meantime

aristocrats and architects with broken dreams

well they say the dead sea is dying

you say we're going underground for a while

we all need to be recognized for something

true as the devil's eyes are blue

working days and underpaid so hold the key

i see this place from my window

it goes on the corner like the rest

there are the buzzards and the crows

Pecking eyes of the sea self-obsessed

if commandment 11 is don't get caught

then 12 must be don't ever tell

Then ask yourself do you

Believe you'll go to hell

my mate went to the crossroads

to see the devil

but he never showed

and if he says so than i believe

i hear the place from my window

call me like a lighthouse to the sea

there swarm the buzzards and the crows

Spelling why?, talking wise endlessly

you and i hanging around

writing each other's names

with scissors we cut it out

Going to find my way

No need to be recognized

cause we can be self assured

we can be happy indoors

i know this place from my window

trip up and fall to the ground down below

hoods up for the buzzards and the crows

still believe in the void of themselves

still believe in the void of themselves

and all the trees and animals and mountains are grieved