A D C A
In the middle of the winter, in the middle of a wood
A D C A
Standing in a clearing with a tiny leather hood
D A D A
So you want to know so you want to know
G D
If you want to know what the future holds
D D A
The Black Crow knows
A D C A
Telephones and viruses and the passion of it all
A D C A
Ground up in a porridge and written on the wall
D A D A
So you want to know so you want to know
G D
If you want to know what the future holds
D D A
The Black Crow knows
solo
A D C A
Hovering above you like the speck in someone's eye
A D C A
Measuring the distance between now and when you die
A D C A
Everything that happens makes sense to someone else
A D C A
So far away above you you'll never know yourself
D A D A
So you want to know so you want to know
G D
If you want to know what the future holds
D D A
The Black Crow knows