For my own part, I have never had a thought    Which I could not set down in words    With even more distinctness    Than that with which I conceived it       In words       In words       In words       The clock stuck midnight and through my sleeping    I found a tapping at my door (nevermore)    I looked but nothing lay in the darkness    And so I turned inside once more       To my amazement there stood a raven    Whose shadow hung above my door    Then through the silence it spoke the one word    That I shall hear for evermore       Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)    Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)    Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)    Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)    (Nevermore...)       In words       And still the raven remains in my room    No matter how much I implore    No words can soothe him, no prayer remove him    And I must hear for evermore       Quoth the raven (nevermore)    Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)    Quoth the raven (nevermore)    Thus quoth the raven (nevermore)       (Repeat)       (Nevermore...)