Текст: Ralfe Band. Crow.

I don't know why you're standing there chewing on that crow.

I'm going to carve your name on a dying maple tree I'm going to kiss your face and I'll throw you in the sea.

I don't know why you're lying there with a green fly on your face.

I'm going to carve your name on a dying maple tree I'm going to kiss your face and then I'll throw you in the sea.