Written and performed by Bob Elliott and Tom O'Brien. Matt Perez on percussion.
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At my window there’s a sparrow
At my window there’s a crow
Sometimes I feel like the kestrel
And I hover, prey below
Sometimes I just dream I’m flying
But just lately I have fell
Sometimes I just pray for heaven
But I lately dream of hell
All our sins
Taking you high on the
Forgiving wind
Helping me fly until we
Fall again
Broken wing
See, the crow has come to tell me
Of a day of sadness come
But the sparrow
Also tells me
There’s till time and
Baby, we can run
Cuz when you say that the raven’s evil
It’s also true that the raven’s kind
A murder of crows down
In the darkness
Gathers deep inside our minds
All our sins
Taking you high on the forgiving wind
Helping me fly until we
Fall again
Broken wing
On the wings of a hunting kestrel
I was hoping we could ride
See the world spread out below us
See where everyone goes to hide
See the world spread out below us and
See where everybody goes to hide
See where everyone goes to hide
All our sins
Taking you high on the forgiving wind
Helping me fly until we
Fall again
Broken wing
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