Through sparrow, black wind A dead crow, calls out to his wings We were lightning, across the whole world We were lightning Lightning Lightning And the guise, to black cats We made a cross when our shadows met And the guise, to black cats We made a pact when our shadows passed Through sparrow, black wind A dead crow, calls out to his wings 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 It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading It's fading