A Crow On My Shoulder
Markus B.
You said: Hello
Your amorous voice, sounding dew
Floating upstairs with a kiss in mind
You found me distant
I was a ghost, invisible boy
You said: It is so cold
And you were right all the time
We slept in a shivering bed
To break at last
I was a ghost, invisible boy
There's a crow on my shoulder
And a void in my head
There's a crow on my shoulder
I can't love while I'm dead