Through sparrow black wind A dead crow calls out to his wing We were lightning Across the whole world We were lightning Lightning Lightning And the guides to black cats We made a cross when our shadows met And the guides to black cats We made a pact when our shadows passed Through sparrow black wind A dead crow calls out to his wing I'm getting weaker, I'm getting thin I hate how obvious I have been I?m getting weaker Weaker Weaker Weaker And I look down And I see the whole world And it's fading