Flight Of The Crow

Produced by Birkfinger & Mike Rosenberg
Recorded at BJB studios, Sydney
Written by Mike Rosenberg*

*Track 2 Written by Mike Rosenberg & Alex Lloyd
*Track 11 Written by Mike Rosenberg & Josh Pyke

Release date: 24th September 2010

Month Of Sundays

well i’ve been living in this month of sundays,
for so long i don’t remember saturday night,
broken records don’t play new tunes,
except for once in a blue moon,
and i have looked and the moon is still white.and i’ve pinned some hope to the summit of some day,
someone somewhere may do something with this light,
but smokers lungs don’t blow balloons,
except for once in a blue moon,
and i’ve looked but the moon is still white.rusty guns fire rusty shots,
leopards never change their spots,
and fireworks always fade to soon,
empty words don’t mean a lot,
and from me thats all you’ve got,
but i swear to you one day,
we’ll stand beneath a blue moon.

well i’ve been living in this month of sundays,
and i forget what monday morning feels like,
blushing brides and handsome grooms,
deep in debt from honeymoons,
stare above but the moon is still white.

and i have wondered in to wondering if one day,
when the war is won and one finally make two,
will we think not of what we’re not,
and think of only what we’ve got,
and we’ll go dancing underneath a blue moon.

oh black kettles and black pots,
seem to fight an awful lot,
they make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms,
empty words don’t mean a lot,
and from me that’s all you’ve got,
but i swear to you darling one day,
we’ll stand beneath a blue moon.

oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,

so i’ve been living in this month of sundays,
and i don’t know when this month may be through,
but will you tell me that you’ll wait,
for as long as it may take,
and i swear darling i’ll show you a blue moon,
oh my darling i will show you a blue moon.

What You’re Thinking

you’re just a stones throw from me,
but throwing stones could never be,
the perfect way to start.

cos sticks and stones make broken bones,
and empty words make broken homes,
but it’s love that broke our hearts.

if i knew what you were thinking,
i would stop this boat from sinking,
but darling you are like the sand,
and you’re slipping through my hands,
i just don’t know what you’re thinking.

you’re just a photo in a draw,
but photographs are not much more,
than ghosts we can’t forget.

you’re just a red rag to a bull,
you’re just a false hope for a fool,
but its as close as i can get.

if i knew what you were thinking,
i would stop this boat from sinking,
but darling you are like the sun,
setting when my evening comes,
i just don’t know what you’re thinking.

and i would stop the sky from falling,
if i knew, if i knew,
and i would love you every morning,
if i knew, if i knew.

if i knew what you were thinking,
i would stop this boat from sinking,
but darling you are like the stars,
i know i can’t reach that far,
i just don’t know what you’re thinking.

Shape Of Love

i only came inside to get out of the rain,
and by the looks of things she may well have done the same,
but i swear i know that face but i don’t know her name,
she’s the shape of love.

i stir my tea and throw away wet cigarettes,
i watch her shivering through her rain sodden dress,
i know her make up runs and her hair may be a mess,
but she’s the shape of love.

i don’t ever want the rain to stop,
i don’t ever want to leave this coffee shop,
i don’t ever want the clouds to part,
cos the shape of loves the only shape that fits my heart.

i only came inside to get out of the wind,
but now i’m here let it blow yeah let it sing,
cos i don’t know how this ones gonna end or how it may begin,
but she’s the shape of love.

i don’t ever want the sun to shine,
i don’t ever want to leave this one behind,
i don’t ever want the summer time to start,
cos the shape of loves the only shape that fits my heart.

i don’t ever want the rain to stop,
i don’t ever want to leave this coffee shop,
i don’t ever want the clouds to part,
cos the shape of loves the only shape that fits my heart,
i don’t ever want the sun to shine,
i don’t ever want to leave this one behind,
and i don’t ever want the summer time to start,
cos the shape of loves the only shape that fits my heart.

The One You Love

we’re all looking,
that’s what she said,
for someone to share our thoughts,
for someone to share our beds.but if you find someone that doesn’t try to change you,
if you find someone that doesn’t have to blame you,
if you find someone you don’t need to explain to,
you’ve found the one you love.we’re all searching,
thats all i know,
for someone to keep us warm,
when the rain soaks through our clothes.

but if you find a hand to hold when the night comes,
to be there when you’re old and your frightened,
if you find some one who loves you with the lights on,
you’ve found the one you love.

so hold it near,
cos love it comes so quickly and then it goes,
and be careful my dear,
cos the very thing that makes you,
could be the thing that breaks you,
you know.

if you find someone who doesn’t undermine you,
if you find someone who doesn’t drag behind you,
if you find someone that loves you just like i do,
you’ve found the one you love.

Golden Thread

there’s lights on in a window,
and a sign post in the snow,
there’s a golden coin beneath your pillow.

there’s parachutes above you,
and life boats below,
and a heart that loves you,
yeah i think you know.

there’s treasure maps well hidden,
and diamonds in the dirt,
there’s a golden thread weaved in to your shirt.

there’s a kiss for every tear,
that rolls down your cheek,
and words i shouldn’t hear and words you shouldn’t speak.

so tell me one more lie my dear,
whisper softly so nobody hears,
keep me hanging on for another year,
oh tell me one more lie my dear.

well there’s whisky and blankets,
and a bonfire when you’re cold,
i’ll hold a golden breathe till i’m silver and old.

with only hope to keep alive,
and only time to kill,
there’s a fool that loved you and he loves you still.

so tell me one more lie my dear,
whisper softly so nobody hears,
keep me hanging on for another year,
oh tell me one more lie my dear.

spin me one more tale sweet heart,
weave golden needle and thread through my heart,
whisper all the things you know i long to hear,
oh tell me one more lie my dear.

Rivers

there’s wood chip on the walls,
there’s wood on the stove,
you would if you could but you cannot i know,
but i’m still yours alone.

we’d lie on our backs,
we’d lie on your floor,
but we lied so much we don’t talk any more,
but i’m still yours alone,
you said you were tired i said i feel the same,
i put on my shoes and i got on the train.

to see sunlight fade and the shadows grow long,
to see rivers go winding blindly back to the storm,
and the rickety tracks they’re taking me back to where i used to belong.

there’s a weight on our shoulders,
a weight to your tone,
you wait on tables i wait by the phone,
and i’m still yours alone.

you blew out the candles when we fell apart,
i’m not childish just scared of the dark.

i see sunlight fade and the shadows grow long,
to see rivers go winding blindly back to the storm,
and the rickety tracks they are taking me back to where i used to belong.
oh oh oh oh oh

i feel sunlight fade and the shadows grow long,
i see rivers go winding blindly back to the storm,
and the rickety tracks taking me back to where i used to belong.

Travelling Song

this is your travelling song,
and i hope it sees you well,
through train rides and hotels.

this is your travelling song,
and on the window of the train,
with your finger write my name.

but i could sell my watch and buy a ticket,
but my dear i fear i would impede,
so this is your travelling song my love,
i hope you find everything you need.

this is your travelling song,
and here’s one for the road,
the highway and the code.

this is your travelling song,
and i wont ask you to stay,
cos life don’t work that way.

but i could try and fit inside your suitcase,
but my feet would stick out of the end,
so this is your travelling song my love,
come find me when your travelling ends,
this is your travelling song my love,
come find me when your travelling ends.

The Girl Running

i see the girl running,
with no shoes on her feet,
jumping shade to shadow,
in this deafening heat.

and i hear the trains coming,
and the drunk man singing on the street,
and the fan on the ceiling,
reeling,
me in to sleep.

and i dream silent movies,
black and white memories i suppose,
they’re the same old stories,
but wearing in different clothes.

la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la

so where’s the girl running,
with no shoes on her feet,
cos there’s no shade nor shadow,
in this deafening heat.

Diamonds

well i spoke to this man,
said he’d been to the moon,
carved his name in the ground,
saw the world spinning round,
and came back that afternoon.

and i laughed at this man,
said he’d been lost at sea,
heard the sirens call,
seen the pirates fall,
to the monsters in the deep.

i said i’d heard some tall tales,
some good stories in my time,
when i asked him for proof,
he just showed me the truth,
that was dancing in his eyes.

i could not believe this man,
said he was a millionaire,
he said i know i dress in rags,
but i drive a vintage jag,
and i’ve got a diamond chandelier.

i said i think i need a drink,
and made my way outside,
you know i’d swear this was a spoof,
if it wasn’t for the truth,
that was dancing in his eyes.

when i came back in the room,
the man had disappeared,
he left a rock from the moon,
and eyepatch and a diamond,
from a chandelier.

Bloodstains

i’m aching and you’re aching with these dull and empty hearts,
we’re waiting for somebody to rip our ribs apart,
and to seize with a steady hand our dull and empty hearts,
our hearts.

i’m taking and you’re taking we’ve forgotten how to give,
i’m faking it, you’re breaking it and its just the way it is,
so we’ll leave here tonight but not before we give each other back our hearts.

cos our love,
left us long ago,
when we were both asleep,
leaving blood stains in the snow,
leaving blood stains in the snow.

i’m waiting and you’re waiting but this trains not gonna come,
you’re voice has started grating and i hate what we’ve become,
see there’s no future at this station we’re just feeding off the crumbs,
of our hearts.

i’m shaking and you’re shaking its just the way its got to be,
in this love abandoned autumn we’ll go raking up the leaves,
the leaves that have fallen from these cold and dying trees in our hearts.

cos our love,
left us long ago,
when we were both asleep,
leaving blood stains in the snow.

well i’m lonely like you’re lonely,
but its only cos its thrown me,
like its thrown you i don’t own you,
and my darling you don’t own me,
and its kicking and its yelling,
and its bruising and its swelling,
but the writings on the wall,
and we both know what its been telling us to do,
telling us to do.

well i’m crying and your crying in to silent salty lakes,
the road has turned to ice and we haven’t any brakes,
so while the wall keeps getting closer,
i fear its too late not to break our hearts.

Flight Of The Crow

sometimes i get tired of waking up on my own,
and sometimes i feel like i want to go home,
but the cars they keep on driving,
down a road that doesn’t seem to end.so we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
living wide screen but what good is it though,
when life gets narrower the further you go,
suns set before they rise.it’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
it’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
it’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
and there when i close my eyes.

sometimes its hard to know the way to go,
when the waters rise around you,
and the fire rages down below.

so we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
living wide screen but what good is it though,
when life gets narrower the further you go,
suns set before they rise.

it’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
it’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
it’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
and there when i close my eyes.

oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh

cos we’re bullets and we’re fired from shotguns flying through birthdays and new years,
yeah we’re rolling stones but the moss keeps growing round our hearts and our eyes and our ears,
cos we’re bullets and we’re fired from shotguns flying through birthdays and new years,
yeah we’re rolling stones but the moss keeps growing round our hearts and our eyes and our ears.

so we’re following arrows and the flight of the crow,
living wide screen but what good is it though,
when life gets narrower the further you go,
suns set before they rise.

it’s there in the shadows where nobody goes,
it’s there in the dark but what good is it though,
it’s a vanishing point on a shimmering road,
and there when i close my eyes,
there when i close my eyes,
only there when i close my eyes.