All I Want for Christmas Is Crow

Описание: This song is AI-generated, using SUNO. This video is for personal purposes, for the canon of my own story.

However, if you listen to it, I hope you enjoy it!

LYRICS:
I’ve been decking halls since August,
Wrapped my heart in red and green,
Sang carols to the empty streets
Where you used to be on screen.
Cookies cooling by the window,
Stockings hung with extra care—
I’ve been such a very good girl,
Tell me… did you notice, dear?

I didn’t ask for jewels or gold,
No fancy sleigh, no diamond ring,
Just bring me back the boy who vanished—
Wrap him up in ribbon, please.

All I want for Christmas is Crow,
Falling down the chimney slow,
Tie undone, that crooked grin,
Snow in his white hair, don’t you know?
I’ve been naughty, I’ve been nice,
Made my wishes crystal-clear—
Santa, baby, don’t you tease me…
Put Reporter Crow right here.

Mistletoe above the doorway,
Candles melting just like me,
Every song on every station
Sounds like ghosts of DC News TV.
I wore silk and little bells,
Just in case he finds his way,
I’ll pretend it’s all coincidence
When he stays… and stays… and stays.

He chased the truth, he chased the light,
Now I’m chasing one last dream—
A missing man, a breaking story,
Underneath my Christmas tree.

All I want for Christmas is Crow,
No substitutions, no “oh well,” no,
I don’t need a thousand toys—
Just his voice saying, “Hello.”
I’ve been patient all damn year,
Held my hope like tinsel tight—
Santa, darling, prove me right…
Bring him home tonight.

I’ll leave the lights on all night long,
In case he’s lost between the stars,
I’ll pour some milk… maybe something stronger,
Just in case he’s been through a lot.

If he hears this through the snowfall,
Through the void, through broken time—
Every bell is ringing for him,
Every wish is lined in rhyme.
This city’s loud, but my heart’s louder,
Calling out in candy-red—
“Reporter Crow, if you can hear me…
Come be found instead.”

All I want for Christmas is Crow,
Snowflakes falling, spotlight glow,
From front-page ink to wrapping paper,
You’re the headline I still know.
I’ve been such a good, good girl,
Waiting under mistletoe—
Santa, baby… don’t be cruel…
All I want for Christmas is Crow.

I’ll be waiting.
…With cookies.