Shinedown《The Crow & the Butterfly》歌词

*** The Crow - SubtleA ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns,In the quiet color cuttingof another spendid sunset...on the spit of wire spun betweentwo telephone pole necks,sits an awful fevered *** of crows.Itching the dusk with the call that only they lay low,And so that day they did unwittingly disposethemselves to the appetite behind all OMen yet not comprehending their stick in the schemeof the prey-on-prey ballet of ending day...the prey-on-prey ballet of ending dayprey-on-prey ballet of ending dayprey-on-prey ballet of ending dayprey-on-prey ballet of ending dayseveral thousand thickin a fit,of everything but empty.Those crows sicked, their starving wingson choking out the sun fall's sinking pinks...Surrounded by the wellwater blackof near night and become,Those crows dove into the quietof the h