Murder of Crows

She wrote you a letter, you ain't never read it
 Sat out on your doorstep since the day that she sent it
 She had lots to say but the words just blew away
 The letters got replaced with things she didn't say
 Nail a crow to the fence and behold death's romance
 The rest of the murder bear witness from the telephone wires
 Lost lovers and friends, well they will all attend
 With roses and incense on the funeral pyre
 She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
 Dipped in cocaine and blood
 A diamond needle on a broken record
 Of a melody never sung
 You stumbled for hours over pages with gilded edges
 Ink and newsprint smeared with cliffs, sharp ledges
 The image you saw, out of focus and out of turn
 An envelope left in the light of the rising moon
 She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
 Dipped in cocaine and blood
 A diamond needle on a broken record
 Of a melody never sung
 Time has left a handful of tear-stained pages
 Washed out memories left lost and faded
 You've called out her name, only left unsettled
 A lone phonograph, a thousand unspoken words
 She wrote it all down with an eagle's feather
 Dipped in cocaine and blood
 A diamond needle on a broken record
 Of a melody never sung