Flight of the Crows

Please, you must excuse me, I cannot help but
Think I've overstayed my welcome
Please, she said: It's hardly a bother
The company's quite nice on crimson nights like these

Then he exits to the street below
Knowing he has no intention to return

Well, I think that I've gotta go, and I don't know why
But I need you to promise that you won't cry
'Cause you'll be fine, and so will I
So just let the thought of me die

And please let me know, let those old memories go
Feed me to the crows
Please understand that I will find a brand new life
My golden second try

Suddenly, in the mirrors of the windows that night
He found the man before him had died

Well, I think that I've gotta go, and I don't know why
But I need you to promise that you won't cry
'Cause you'll be fine, and so will I
So just let me out of your mind
In the morning you'll learn I disappeared off into the night so quietly
That your love for me will vanish too