Black birds fly with the northern wind.
While they cross the sky i hear them singing.
Songs of storm, songs of broken men,
It´s hard to tell the truth from the story...
So here I am, filling up my drink.
Here´s another one, just for the record:
I didn´t drown, I didn´t sail away, I just sank our love straight to the bottom.
If I could set sail again... I would throw overboard my hands, feet and head
And feed the sharks with them...
All the broken men need a place to rest,
A place where they can hide thru the storm.
Well, I ain´t got nowhere, nowhere I can stand.
I felt like a stowaway into our love.
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