Black crows roam the sky
Feathers dark, eyes so sharp
Insane appetite, clouded hives
High or low, they grow strong
We’re running scared and blind
Gotcha, gotcha now
You’ll never get, you’ll never get to feel so high
You’ll never get, you’ll never get high
Black crows roam the streets
Feathers bent nine degrees
Those fears unknown, brace for more
Falling from your grace, we have no space
Gotcha, gotcha now
All morning, all evening, all of us should rise
You’ll never get, you’ll never get what you want now
You’ll never get, you’ll never get what you need
Black crows roam the streets
Feathers bent nine degrees but where do you land
I got you under my skin, you know you know, yeah!