through sparrow black wind a dead crow calls out to his wing we were lightning across the whole world we were lightning lightning lightning and the guise to black cats we made a cross when our shadows met and the guise to black cats we made a pact when our shadows passed through sparrow black wind a dead crow calls out to its wings i m getting weaker i m getting thin i hate how obvious i have been i m getting weaker i m getting weaker i m getting weaker i m getting weaker and i look down and see the whole world and it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading it s fading5