Gifts from the Crows - Carbon Leaf

Morning hits me up early

I follow my thoughts down the road

I take what I find

I keep my pockets lined

Looking for gifts from the crows

They follow me all through the branches

They call out the signs of warning

They gather and off they go

They follow me all through the branches

They call out the signs of warning

They gather and off they go

But I don’t want to be

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

Shining on the way home

I found a gift from the crows

There’s a candle set on the table

There’s a orange burning low in the sky

There’s a fragile peace washing over me

But it never outpaces the night

And we’re telling the tales of our longings

And we’re piercing the veil

With our stars that we scored from memory

And we’re telling the tales of our longings

And we’re piercing the veil

With our stars as we scored the memory

But I don’t want to be

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

Shining on the way home

I found these gifts from the crows

Keep my pockets lined

They’re shining for me on the way home

All of these gifts from the crows