Oil Seed Rape - The Telescopes

The open window

Haunts the cradle

Kill the crow

Black eyed demons thru this broken pain of glass

Rush the body

A Øcomin' thru the rye

Crowns of thorns upon your head

Your jesusé hey!

hey!

Crowns of thorns upon my head

My jesusé hey!

hey!

Turn around

Turn around

Despair

Shadow

Endless fear

Colliding thru the open air

And you can have my

Oil seed rape

As you

Burn in the corn

As you

Float out the window

Oil seed rape

Oil seed rape

Yellow miles of miles on miles

The haunting smell of opium

Gliding on a breath

The cradle’s empty and the crow lies dead