junho 21, 2011

Crooked John [20.06.2011 Viseu]


Crooked John
(a Jigsaw)

I heard my wings whispering so low
Where did you hide last night?
It was the wind my dears
It was its darkness that kept me away

Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset, we will be gone

I poured my madness and desire
Into thy perfect wretched mold
I gave you my voice, my love, my fear
If it must be, then I’ll crawl beneath these wings

Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset and we’ll be gone

Was my death not enough to scare those little birds that flew with me?
Was my death not enough to scare those little birds that flew with me?
Then ravens, ravens they must be

Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Was my death not enough?


Oh my, oh crooked John
Oh my, oh crooked John
Come the sunset and you will be gone