Thankless Thing کے بول

Look at our love, a thankless thing A broken old branch where crow goes to sing A charred garden, a place of no easy pardon It's dead in the eyes, it's downright rotten But oh, baby, admittedly i could be somewhat curmudgeonly But nothing had changed, it stayed the same I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead Like something wounded No more of those crippling piggybacks You'll have to keep up, you'll have to stay amongst the pack And if you want in, i'll meet you where crow goes to sing That's if you want in, what is it they're blessing? But oh, baby, admittedly i could be somewhat curmudgeonly But nothing had changed, it stayed the same I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead Like something wounded