Crow at the Doorstep

Crow at the doorstep, the moon and the rain
Something inside your house keeps pulling me down to the ground
But hell here with you somehow feels like a holy thing
Like a kiss that can no longer stay simple or sound
Deep in my soul I keep dreaming of silence alone
Seven shadows whose faces hide inside your window frame
I walk in circles, I'm even praying on my own
I just follow the warmth and I drink till I'm not the same

If this is a lie, then it sounds far too true
If this is a fall, then it's just as I'm falling through

Let the wind come and scatter the dark
Whisper my name when I fall asleep in your arms
And if they should ask who stepped over the mark
Say the night was already there
And the city drowned in its cold
Say it was that kind of night
Say the rain screamed my name back to you in the light

Call me your evil, I'll teach it to shadow with sound
Show me your hell, I'll trade places with it here and now
Shadows don't sleep, they live deep in the blood we shared
And we were never innocent, never spared
In your eye, the same frame, the same guilt, the same fall
The same ruin standing the same bitter wormwood and through

Let the wind come and scatter the dark
Whisper my name when I fall asleep in your arms
And if they should ask who stepped over the mark
Say the night was already there
And the city drowned in its cold

Let the northern wind tear through the glow
Write your name in my blood when I sleep in this room
And if they should ask who survived this doom
Say the night was already there
And the city drowned in its tomb