Raven Black

Is there a marking on the map to lead us to the well,
When the time has come for a dry spell...
Is there a voice to be heard that remembers how to talk
The curtains are drawned I live in the dark

Is there a clue that leads us to a safe haven
I barely made it out from this hell - again
Love is a pretty -- pretty pretty song
One day it comes and then one day it's gone


I doubt, everything everyone at some point
It all goes to shambles, crumbles at some point
Old things must die for a birth at some point
THeir love and mine , the bottom of the sea