Letras: Sinéad Lohan. She's Lazy.

She's lazy, very lazy, her laziness is crazy
Mystic and dreamy, it's all kind of hazy
She thinks she has meaning
Imagine the feeling when she falls

Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady
Picture an evening, soaking a stream

Worn at the hinges, silent in scream
Loud as a yellow, shy as a fool
Lifting her head to the scent of the moon

Haystacks and hedges involving the sun
Roll and are dancing, loving being one
Together forever or as long as it is
The flowers keep upright in the weathering winds

Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady
Are years when I think of nothing but me
When chasing myself is a scream
My life is a notion, a twisted emotion that kills me

She's lazy, very lazy, her laziness is crazy
Mystic and dreamy, it's all kind of hazy
She thinks she has meaning
Imagine the feeling when she falls

Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady
Picture an evening, soaking a stream

Worn at the hinges, silent in scream
Loud as a yellow, shy as a fool
Lifting her head to the scent of the moon

Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady
Black crows in meadows
Even the wind knows even and steady