Black Crow from Old Boy by Moriah Woods

In the silence
The black crow called
And it’s so crippling
And i’m screaming

A muddied tongue and hazy eyes
We walk around like someone died
He was screaming

A child at birth
With delicate feelings
He can wriggle and wirm
With all pure feelings
The path it twists and turns
The path it heals and burns
Are we going in the wrong direction?
Are we going in the wrong direction?
Are we going in the wrong direction?
When the black crow calls
When the black crow calls
When the black, the black crow calls.

Our hands are in the air
When we’re not getting fed
And how do I deal with the words we never said
But we laid you down to rest
And the journey is on me
We’re not going in the wrong direction
We’re not going in the wrong direction
We’re not going in the wrong direction
When the black crow calls
When the black crow calls
When the black crow calls

• Alternative
• Americana
• alternative rock
• americana rock alt-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Colorado