The Raven Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan

And in the dawning of the day in late September
There came a weeping from outside my chamber door
Weary from fever I rose up looked out the elder
A raven with a broken wing yet nothing more

I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel
With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair
Open the doorway wide and smile for her to enter
Not in my lifetime never seen a beast so rare

Sweet thighs of ruin how I loved her, and I loved her
She muttered low and helped me to her infant breast
Deliverance was long and strong as god's my witness
Babylon burning sorrow known with each caress

(You came) And let the night in
(You came) For you were broken
(To hold) To heal, to touch
(You needed me) Too much

And with the meadowlark had done their duty
The morning glory lying awoke with dew below
I breathed my last the day the warning bell was knelling
She smoothed her feathers down and flew back out my window

(You came) And let the night in
(You came) For you were broken
(To hold) To heal, to touch
(You needed me) Too much