Counting Crows "Murder of One" Songtext

Murder of One

Blue morning, blue morningWrapped in strands of fist and boneCuriosity, Kitten, doesn’t have to mean you’re on your ownYou can look outside your windowHe doesn’t have to knowWe can talk awhile, babyWe can take it nice and slow

All your life is such a shameAll your love is just a dream

Are you happy where you’re sleeping?Does he keep you safe and warm?Does he tell you when you’re sorry?Does he tell you when you’re wrong?I’ve been watching you for hoursIt’s been years since we were bornWe were perfect when we startedI’ve been wondering where we’ve gone

All your life is such a shameAll your love is just a dream

I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snowCasting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crowsOne for sorrowTwo for joyThree for girls and four for boysFive for silverSix for gold andSeven for a secret never to be told

There’s a bird that nests inside youSleeping underneath your skinWhen you open up your wings to speakI wish you’d let me in

All your life is such a shameAll your love is just a dreamOpen up your eyesYou can see the flamesof your wasted lifeYou should be ashamed

You don’t want to waste your life

I walk along these hillsides in the summer ‘n eath the sunshineI am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me

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