I called to say goodbye to love
I called the number saved inside as "LOVE. "
The call, it faded out as I removed
A small wet bird from deep inside my shoe

But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness

Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyone else
Hell is where no one has anything in common with anyonе else
Hell is whеre no one has anything in common with anyone else

But I pray that others will show me what we're meant to be
And that is how I'll be free

But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness

As the bird sang, I watched my own birth again
I saw myself born as a crow with no wings
Its feathers were wet and ebony
I helped stand up on its lanky feet
And it told me to complete
The flight that it could not complete

But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck
At worst regret, at best forgetfulness
But then the small sound that came from within its tiny neck