Eden - Crying Birds lyrics

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 bu*terfly Although this dont mean anything Although this dont 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 Ive 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 Its harder to seem to Here is my love Its kind of like you