Buzzards & Crows

We could throw ourselves in the road

but recieve no comfort from street lights

Why not come in for a James and escape life

We're idle in the meantime

Aristocrats and Architects with broken dreams

Well I say the dead sea is dying

you say you're going underground for a while

Well we all need to be recognised for something

True as the devil's eyes are blue

Work-a-days and underpaids still hold the keys

I see this place from my window

It glows on the corner like the rest

There are the buzzards and the crows

Pecking eyes of a scene self-obsessed

Now, if commandment 11 is don't get caught

The 12 must be don't ever tell

Then ask yourself, do you believe you'll go to hell

My mate went to the crossroads to see the devil

but he never showed and if he says that I believe

I hear the place from my window

Call me like a lighthouse to the sea

There swarm the buzzards and the crows

Pulling wide, talking wise endlessly

You and I hanging aroung

Writing each others' names

Scissors, we cut it out

Enchantment we thought might wait

No need to be recognised

Cause we could be self-assured

We could be happy indoors

I know this place from my window

I trip out and fall to the ground down below

Heads up for the buzzards and the crows

Still believe in the void of themselves

Still believe in the void of themselves

And all the trees and animals and mountains breathe