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