Love
is deep,
the deepest ocean will call,
where the sound of a thousand waves hit the
shore.
Love is black,
the darkest raven will crawl,
where the pain of a thousand black feathers
and the hate
for a dove.
Fly black raven,
my heart's an open hatch, oh fly black raven,
come back raven,
twist
that twisted leg of palm,
that twisted olive branch.
Hope
is small,
the smallest light
beam will call,
with a dance of a thousand flakes of dust.
Hope is wrong,
a weary sailor will fall,
with betrayal of a thousand black stars,
and the
prayer for more.
Fly black raven,
my heart's an open hatch, oh fly black raven,
come back
and twist that twisted
leg of palm,
that
twisted olive branch.
The palm that twisted
olive branch.