Love Is a Crow - DIE HEXEN Remix
[Spoken]
If I had it my way
Everybody would be sipping drinks the color of persimmon bliss
There'd be strings of lights threaded through the trees
And every theist would have an apple slice smile
And all the paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls
And everyone would wear their favorite color and look each other in the eyes
All angelic

We would have the word ’Namaste' on our tongues like a pear drop
Acknowledging one another's soul, flowering with true compassion
And nobody’s wrists would bleed out
But instead be kissed by the breath of an April day
And we'd lie down on a sunny lawn and just watch white yachts of clouds drift across the sky
And our bodies would finally feel like our own, even before we learned to fear them

And every boho-dharma bum-steampunk-weirdo would feel understood
And loved
And accepted

Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted
If I had it my way
Everybody would be sipping drinks the color of persimmon bliss
There'd be strings of lights threaded through the trees
And every theist would have an apple slice smile

Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted

And all the paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls
And everyone would wear their favorite color and look each other in the eyes
All angelic

We would have the word 'Namaste' on our tongues like a pear drop
Acknowledging one another's soul, flowering with true compassion
Loved and accepted

The paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls
Everyone would wear their favorite color and look each other in the eyes
We would have the word 'Namaste' on our tongues like a pear drop
Acknowledging one another’s soul, flowering
Loved and accepted
Acknowledging one another’s soul, flowering
Loved and accepted

Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted
Loved and accepted
[Sung]
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone
Love is a crow that I hit with a stone