The Crow

I read your book, And I find it strange. That I know that girl and I know her world, A little too well. And I didn't know, By giving my hand. That I would be written down, sliced around, passed down, Among stranger's hands. Three days in Rome. Where do we go? I'll always remember, Three days in Rome. And never again. Would I see your face. You carry a pen and a paper and no time and no words you waste. Oh you're a voyeur, The worst kind of thief. To take what happened to us, To write down everthing that went on between you and me. Oh. Three days in Rome. And I stand alone, I'll always remember, mmm Three days in Rome. And what do I get? Do I get revenge? While you lay it all out, Without any doubt, Of how this would end. Sometimes it goes, Sometimes we come. To learn by mistake that the love you once made, Can't be undone. Oh. Three days in Rome. I laid my heart out, I laid my soul down. I'll always remember, Three days in rome.

There's a fly on the wall in the house on a hill Where the king of the world watches TV And the people await for his latest mandate To a nation of angry believers His words are a drug, while his loyal band of thugs Cover up all his many transgressions The fly, lands on his ear and whispers, "What's there to fear As long as you're still the obsession?" Is it too late to turn back now? Too late to see the light? Do you make a vow to heaven and hell? When you wake up at night, do you ask yourself? In thе end Did you feed them? How'd you treat thеm? Is it so hard to love? In the end Like you mean it Like you've seen it You get back what you give In the end There's a man on the cross with His arms open wide And a tear that will quench the world's fires But His name is a shield to the ones who would weild Their own power and greed and desire In thе end Did you need them? How'd you treat thеm? Is it so hard to love? In the end Like you mean it Like you've seen it You get back what you give In the end Is it so hard to love? In the end You get back what you give In the end You'll only live once, or maybe you'll live twice Depending on how well you spent it You see, karma's a drag, you come back as a rat Dodging traps, they'll bite your own descendants Is it too late to turn back now? Too late to turn around? You'll get one chance in this life You can turn around things or you can close your eyes In the end Did you feed them? How'd you treat them? Is it so hard to love? In the end Like you mean it Like you've seen it You get back what you give In the end Did you hear them? Did you feed them? Is it so hard to love? In the end Like you mean it Like you've seen it You get back what you give In the end You get back what you give In the end Oh, in the end Oh, in the end

Sleep my child and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I, my loving vigil keeping All through the night While the moon, her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Though I roam a minstrel lonely All through the night My true harp shall praise sing only All through the night Love's young dream alas is over Yet my strains of love shall hover Near the presence of my lover All through the night Hark, a solemn bell is ringing Clear through the night And thou my love art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou awaken With thy last dim journey taken Home through the night Home through the night Home through the night

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows some turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from one to ninety-two Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas