Black birds fly
With an northern wind
While they cross the sky
I hear them singing
Songs of storm
Songs of broken men
It's hard to tell the truth
From
the story
So here I am
Filling up my drink
Here's another one just
For the record
I didn't drown I
didn't sail away
I just sank on low
Straight to the bone home
If
I could set sail
again I would throw off a load
My hands,
feet and head
And filled the sharks
with them
Songs of broken men
Need a place to rest
A place where they can hide
Through the storm
I ain't got nowhere
Nowhere I can stand
If I could set sail
again I would throw off a load
My hands,
feet and head And filled the sharks with them
