Creeking of a step let sunlight fill the room
Never prepared no
Who's fault is that
Keep your chin up now
Black birds are flying North tonight
This could be, this could be, this could be, your, your, your, your miracle, your miracle year, your miracle year

I saw you
By the muffler horse down the road
I kept going
It was dark
I kind of, I kind of liked the way the fear rolled up my back
The fear rolled up my back

Under the moonlight everything was a shade of you, of you
And the wooden cross was made from a stall you kicked down
I'm crossing, I'm crossing, I'm crossing my heart, I'm not dying
I'm crossing my heart wishing on nothing but some peace without dying
Peace without dying
Die die die die die die die die die die die die dying dying
Give me some peace some peace without dying