Cenzo Townshend - Murder Of Crows lyrics

Honour the green Bring to the love It's hot in the guts I'm gunna grip to the rail I'm hung and I'm hooked Fixing the sail She sticks a root down on her meagre frame One is the with And one is without Perceiving a ghost I'm gunna stick to the trail I wanna get in I wanna get out She sticks a root down on her meagre frame How can we love like this? (Guess life is like a roller coaster) In life, love gnawed at my skin (Guess nothing I should never trust her) I don't know where I've been (Think nothing of a love and leave ya) Don't know nothing about him (But I know that you've been seen out together) Phone of the green Brick to the love It's hot in the guts I'm gunna grip to the rail I'm hung and I'm hooked Fixing the sail She sticks a root down on her meagre frame Am I strong enough baby to hate (Set fire to the revelator) The shogun turned up late (On a runaway train tryna set a wager) And there's a light twice shining bright in my eyes (It's an oncoming train to take ya) Out of my life and in to his wife (I'll be waiting, hope I'll see ya later) Phone of the green Brick to the love It's hot in the guts I'm gunna grip to the rail I'm hung and I'm hooked Fixing the sail She sticks a root down on her meagre frame One is the with And one is without Perceiving a ghost I'm gunna stick to the trail I wanna get in I wanna get out She sticks a root down on her meagre frame The combination so slow Walking on old eggshells Singing with a murder of crows Walking on old eggshells The combination so slow Walking on old eggshells Singing with a murder of crows Walking on old eggshells The combination so slow Walking on old eggshells Singing with a murder of crows Walking on old eggshells The combination so slow Walking on old eggshells Singing with a murder of crows Walking on old eggshells Phone of the green Brick to the love It's hot in the guts I'm gunna grip to the rail I'm hung and I'm hooked Fixing the sail She sticks a root down on her meagre frame One is the with And one is without Perceiving a ghost I'm gunna stick to the trail I wanna get in I wanna get out She sticks a root down on her meagre frame