Oh black bird of myne, Come to me, give me a sign. Tell me everything is fine, And that i havn't crossed the thin red line.

Dearest black bird that i see, I hold the lock you hold the key. Come and set my tired soul free, Let me rest in harmony.

Why must life be co cruel, And take advantage of me, the fool. Life has but one rule, And that is not to play the fool.

Was I just a pawn in this game of chess, I have to know, I must confess. I will think of you no less, If the answere has to be "yes".