In the middle of the winter, in the middle of a wood
Standing in a clearing with a tiny leather hood

So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow knows

Telephones and viruses and the passion of it all
Ground up in a porridge and written on the wall

So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow knows

Hovering above you like the speck in someone's eye
Measuring the distance between now and when you die

Everything that happens makes sense to someone else
So far away above you you'll never know your self

So you want to know, so you want to know
If you want to know what the future holds
The Black Crow know