This version was recorded in Collingwood, Ontario.
Written & produced by Daz Collins.
I'm a statue frozen still.
Crows in the wind,
blood on the snow.
No-one to be found,
an empty window.
Crows in the wind,
blood on the snow.
No-one to be found,
an empty window.
Zoom in on ant's trail,
busy moving.
Making a living
grooving to their rhythms.
busy moving.
Making a living
grooving to their rhythms.
My sword is clean
but I can't stab anymore;
my killing muscles weak from rust
but I must just try to bust a move
but who can I trust?
but I can't stab anymore;
my killing muscles weak from rust
but I must just try to bust a move
but who can I trust?
‘Cos I still hear the crows cry,
the wind in the trees
My knees shiver, a ripple on this frozen lake.
the wind in the trees
My knees shiver, a ripple on this frozen lake.
Trust no-one, but do the opposite.
Stop being a source of light, just try it, deny it.
My best friend became a digital scar.
I know you want to cry but I'm
earning my guitar.
Stop being a source of light, just try it, deny it.
My best friend became a digital scar.
I know you want to cry but I'm
earning my guitar.
I'm burning my fire,
my funeral pyre,
the harder I try.
But I'm blooming they said.
How god-damn amusing.
my funeral pyre,
the harder I try.
But I'm blooming they said.
How god-damn amusing.
But I still hear the crows cry,
the wind in the trees
My knees shiver,
a ripple on this frozen lake.
the wind in the trees
My knees shiver,
a ripple on this frozen lake.