The blues sings herself
To sleep coughing up
Stories on silk
Queen of crows cries
Tears of vodka and milk
Petrol tongues spit
Fire words to flame
The invited guest left
Gone looking for fame
Little by little the
Ends bite the middle
It's happening most of
The time
The gambler in town who
Is wearing the frown of
A man who don't know
When he wins
The sky has gone red
But the shepherd has
Said that tomorrow its
Raining all day
Them cards that you
Hold you best draw for
The old queen of crows
Who is flying away
Don't fly away
When nothing is there
Nothing is there
But you
When nothing is there
When nothing is there
Are you babe
If Rome wasn't built in
A day is it easier to
Find
Silence is golden
There's but silver to
Mine
Her shadows of some-
Thing something has
Left
I'd cry a tear but it
Don't bring distress
Nothing will change but
The rise of the dragon
But that wont change
Too much round here
Swear never to think as
It leads to the drink
And the nights blowing
In from the cold
Been raining since may
It's November today and
The yellow eyed dog
Starts to swim
Sports wear Genghis
Khan got the queen on
His arm and a pistol
Clip stained with a
Tear
When nothing is there
Nothing is there
But you
When nothing is there
When nothing is there
Are you babe
Bring down the curtain
Not much is certain and
Go tell the man he has
Won
The view from the door
Ain't the view that I
Saw playing angles that
Mean you cant win
The queen will leave
Town and the legend
Around is we might be
Invaded tonight
If you would just stay
Until early next may
Then the queen of crows
Wont have to shout
When she shouts
When nothing is there
Nothing is there
But you
When nothing is there
When nothing is there
Are you babe
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Lyrics submitted by saeko-doll.