Thank you very much.
Thank you.
A good reason to stay.
But his boss was kind of crazy.
He had a lady and a baby on the way.
Yeah, they called him the Raven.
He moved out of the city with the money he was saving.
Sold off all his possessions while he was wrestling.
With the life worth confessing.
Felt it deep in his chest when he was leaving.
He could breathe in deeper.
Because he knew that was more than just the color of green.
And you can hear it from the rooftop as he's screaming.
This life is short enough without wasting your energy.
No little attempts to be more than the next one.
We don't want to be one body.
We all have our individuality.
We've got it wrong.
We all want to be like.
More than the next one.
Yeah, they call me the Raven.
I felt a rhythm and a tune since the womb I was made in.
And I've always had a craving.
For the sound of a wheel burning hot on the pavement.
Ain't a moment I would trade in.
And every soul that I meet is a life worth saving.
I've been dreaming of the day when my white flag waved.
And I watched as my whole heart caved in.
Well, they call us the Ravens.
When our bodies are spent and we're sent to the basement.
The dirt bed that we're laid in.
Will be a home for our bones and the wings we've been raised with.
Open and exposed like a hole in the sand.
Sealing, life floods in.
Setting every corner of our black hole's souls on fire.
We return to the source of our heart's desire.
This life is short enough without wasting your energy on.
It all attempts to be more than the next one.
We don't want to be one body.
We all have our individuality.
We've got it wrong.
We all want to be like.
More than the next one.
This life is short enough without wasting your energy on.
It all attempts to be more than the next one.
We don't want to be one body.
We all have our individuality.
We've got it wrong.
We all want to be like.
More than the next one.