I burnt the letters that you wrote me
Tore all your photos off the wall
I hear the telephone ringin
But I ain’t taking your call
Got a head full of trashed out memories
A heart that’s rattled and scarred
Must’ve seen a raven
In a cold graveyard

They always said you were bad luck
But I was much too blind to see
I never noticed that black cloud
Hangin over you and me
Got a room full of broken mirrors
I’m down to my very last card
Must’ve seen a raven
In a cold graveyard

Kept a date with a dancehall ghost
On board a shipwreck down by the corse
Spied her rockin in the boiler room
Caught in the light of a bloodshot moon
It’s crawlin back into my dreams
I only wake up when a siren screams

Could’ve sworn I saw a shaddow
From the corner of my eye
There ain’t nothin at the window
But I’m keepin my powder dry
Got a life full of tears and misery
Guess I’m gonna do it hard
Must’ve seen a raven
In a cold graveyard

(J. Camilleri / N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing / Control)