But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
know there is this side of me that
wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
fly the whole mess into the sea.
Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Raven,
feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue
glistening down her back
We don't talk about heaven and we don't talk about hell
We come to depend on one another so damn well
So, go to confession
whatever gets you through
You can count your blessings
I'll just count on blue


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