Lyrics
help the sweetness heal the sour
sweet fruits and the writhing worms
I took fright at the terrible sight, a minute dragged by as i opened my eyes up
But those black beasts that you see in the east, and the beauty found within
A minute dragged by as i opened my eyes up, and the beauty found within About, as i am one of the same
About a quarter to twelve, are scratching on the orchard floor
Sweet fruits and the writhing worms, to find her at the end of my bed Ravens, my blood ran cold
And sings with the voice of love, and sings with the voice of love, look out your window
She sinks and lands on the back of my hand, thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things Eve, and the beauty found within
in the middle of an awful storm
my heart stood still
That you keep behind the straining door, then she spoke in a devilish croak
But those black beasts that you see in the east, help the sweetness heal the sour
About a quarter to twelve, fill my head with small white flowers, i pull a rifle on them all
Then she spoke in a devilish croak, all warm on the wings of a dove
About a quarter to twelve, a minute dragged by as i opened my eyes up
i took fright at the terrible sight
of dealing with nineteen more
thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things
Pink sunrise in the wintry skies, fill my head with small white flowers, in the middle of an awful storm
as i pulled the covers over my head
but those black beasts that you see in the east
i see a skyfull
Go to the cellar, and the beauty found within
about herself being one of a score
to find her at the end of my bed
Thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things, are scratching on the orchard floor
And i felt sick at the very idea, i took fright at the terrible sight
as i am one of the same
go to the cellar
As i am one of the same, draw on high religious power
And the beauty found within, and i felt sick at the very idea Ravens, about herself being one of a score
She sinks and lands on the back of my hand, go to the cellar, of dealing with nineteen more
Fill my head with small white flowers, my blood ran cold, and i felt sick at the very idea
Free the ravens from the tower, my heart stood still
But those black beasts that you see in the east, are scratching on the orchard floor, and the beauty found within
I see a skyfull, then she spoke in a devilish croak
Fill my head with small white flowers, pink sunrise in the wintry skies, and sings with the voice of love
Of a raven flying into my room, of dealing with nineteen more, help the sweetness heal the sour