Flight of the Crows

Please, you must excuse me
I cannot help but think I′ve overstayed my welcome
"Please", she saidIt's hardly a bother
The company′s quite nice on crimson nights like these

Then he exits to the street below
Knowing he has no intention to return

Well, I think that I've gotta go and I don't know why
But I need you to promise that you won′t cry
′Cause you'll be fine, and so will I
So, just let the thought of me die

And please let me know
Let those old memories go
Feed me to the crows, please
Understand that I will find a brand-new life
My golden second try

Suddenly, in the mirrors of the windows that night
He found the man before him had died

Well, I think that I′ve gotta go and I don't know why
But I need you to promise that you won′t cry
'Cause you′ll be fine and so will I
So, just let me out of your mind
In the morning you'll learn I disappeared off into the night so quietly
That your love for me will vanish too