Feather Feather - A Murder Of Crows

Your face
is like thunder,
a murder
of crows.
You're a storm cloud
about to explode.

I want to ask
what I did wrong.
I know to leave
well alone
and hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.

Your face
is like thunder,
a murder
of crows.
You're a storm cloud
about to explode.

I want to ask
what I did wrong.
I know to leave
well alone
and hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.

I'll leave you in the corner
with your nose in a book,
leave you there to fume
and hope it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me...

Appears on the album Ten Songs