Gifts from the Crows (Acoustic)

The morning hits me up early
I follow my thoughts down the road
I take what I find
I keep my pockets lined
With all of these gifts from the crows

They follow me all through the branches
They call out their signs of warning
They gather and off they go
They follow me all through the branches
They call out their signs of warning
They gather and off they go

But I don’t want to be
All alone all alone
All alone all alone
All alone all alone
Shining on the way home
I found a gift from the crows

There’s a candle set on the table
There’s an orange burning low in the sky
There’s a fragile peace washing over me
But it never outpaces the night
And we’re telling the tales of our longings
And we’re piercing the veil with our stars
That we scored from memory
And we’re telling the tales of our longings
And we’re piercing the veil with our stars
As we score the memory

But I don’t want to be
All alone all alone
All alone all alone
All alone all alone
Shining on the way home
I found these gifts from the crows
Keep my lined
‘Cause shining for me all the way home
All of these gifts from the crows