There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for peace
For trying to make a better world for me
We apologise for wisdom
And for trying to save your kingdom
We apologise for knowing what is right and wrong
We apologise profusely for trying to save your crown
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more.
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for more
And giving freedom no second thought
We apologise for humour
And for spreading no more rumours
We apologise for knowing what is good and bad
We apologise profusely for all the good times we've had
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
Dara Shapira - To the Crows Lyrics
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There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for peace
For trying to make a better world for me
We apologise for wisdom
And for trying to save your kingdom
We apologise for knowing what is right and wrong
We apologise profusely for trying to save your crown
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more.
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for more
And giving freedom no second thought
We apologise for humour
And for spreading no more rumours
We apologise for knowing what is good and bad
We apologise profusely for all the good times we've had
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for peace
For trying to make a better world for me
We apologise for wisdom
And for trying to save your kingdom
We apologise for knowing what is right and wrong
We apologise profusely for trying to save your crown
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more.
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
We apologise for more
And giving freedom no second thought
We apologise for humour
And for spreading no more rumours
We apologise for knowing what is good and bad
We apologise profusely for all the good times we've had
Arrows
Shoot arrows, we'll not fall
Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall
Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns
Give us poison, we'll ask for more
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
Ice cold, heart of stone
Dark, no light
But you, we'll fight
Always
There is dust on your throne
And your kingdom's growing old
Lord or jester, no one knows
Feed the scarecrow to the crows
No more
Writer: Elana Godfrey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid