Counting Crows

[moon_theory]

Blue morning, Blue morning,
wrapped in strands of fist and bone.
Curiosity kitten, doesnt have to mean you're on your own.
You can look outside your window,
he doesnt have to know.
We can talk a while,
baby, we can take it nice and slow.
All your life,
is such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a
dream, dream, dream.
Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you;re sorry?
Does he tell you when you;re wrong?
Well, Ive been watching you for hours.
t's been years since we were born.
We were perfect when we started.
Ive been wondering where we've gone all your life,
such a shame shame shame.
All your love
is just a dream, dream dream.
Well I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow,
casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there coutning crows.
One for sorrow,
two for joy,
three for girls,
four for boys,
five for silver,
six for gold,
seven for a secret never to be told.
There's a bird that nests inside you,
sleeping underneath your skin,
yeah, when you open up your wings to speak,
I wish you let me in.
All your life,
such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love,
is just a dream, dream, dream.
open up your eyes,
you can see the flames, flames, flames
of a wasted life.
You should be ashamed, shame, shame.
You dont wanna waste your life darlin.