My friend the crow
is reading my journals
and marks with a pen
any place he sees your name
he's marking quite often
Red's his favorite color
It's more cold then
out here on the roof

My friend the crow
says we don't need sharper
things that we hear
cut us enough
this song itself
broke down the fences
it's more cold then
Out here on the roof

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
86
86.42
New Found Glory I Don't Want To Know Lyrics
Bethany Dillon Vagabond Lyrics