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