The Black Crow Knows

In the middle of the winter, in the middle of a wood

Standing in a clearing with a tiny leather hood



So you want to know, so you want to know

If you want to know what the future holds

The Black Crow knows



Telephones and viruses and the passion of it all

Ground up in a porridge and written on the wall



So you want to know, so you want to know

If you want to know what the future holds

The Black Crow knows



Hovering above you like the speck in someone's eye

Measuring the distance between now and when you die



Everything that happens makes sense to someone else

So far away above you you'll never know yourself



So you want to know, so you want to know

If you want to know what the future holds

The Black Crow knows