Often I slip into somewhere
And everything else slips away
When I return I've a melody's yearn
Born of where, no one can say
But, isn't it some kind of splendor
Something celestial and wild
I feel the heat of the heavens on me
You see the head of a child

Sometimes I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
Isn't it any wonder?
How could you ever rеlate?
Sometimes I fеar that you see me, my dear
As a boy in a crow-skin cape
As a boy in a crow-skin cape

Maybe my practice is madness
Maybe I'm sick and naive
Maybe there's nothing so sacred and strange
Nothing to find or believe in
When I descend from its rapture
I can't refrain from my cries
I saw the messenger's lyrics
In everywhere else but your eyes

Sometimes I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape
I feel like a boy in a crow-skin cape

Isn't it any wonder?
How could you ever relate?
Sometimes I fear that you see me, my dear
As a boy in a crow-skin cape
As a boy in a crow-skin cape