Eden - Crying Birds lyrics

rate me

It was back in the days

When the black and haze made its silent wings

All to fake with the rest

She was trunken with the best

Long black hair colour down

Using the phone,making an attempt

An attempt not to feel now

He was cold she was hurt

They were with the face down in the dirt

Left with the crying birds

And they were singing

It was a very,very nice evening the night before

But here comes the night

Here comes the shock of dawn

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

February rolls around

And she was once again in hell

Strugglin’ in the town

How much wine it takes to make a good day?

Or at least to break away from the shame

The sky line awaits for me

I got it through my veins

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

How can I stay?

How can I stay?

I never hear birds singing

How can I stay?

How can I stay?

I never hear birds singing

I only hear the moon

He takes one outside

Found a dead butterfly

Although this don’t mean anything

Although this don’t mean anything

No sharing the bed with him

And comes again in the morning a while

And stacks underneath the skin

Hair grows to his chest

Listen to the regular

Heartbeat of a sinner understands you

Understands absolute and nothing

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

Slam higher, wake to the song of crying birds

To get on fire

Wake to the sound of crying birds

She said I may be just 18

But believe me I’ve seen enough black seats of torment

To come up and be contempleted dead

This is not a place you wanna go to

If I found to snow of you

Pick me up, hold me up

Sip with me

He said I always loved the sound of a ...bird

The voices ring up beautiful

But I think the voice is beautiful

It’s harder to seem to

Here is my love

It’s kind of like you