Wind of sorrow, song of pain

Make tomorrow an easy thing

She's up on a hillside flogging the dead

Says I'm not gonna go till it blackens my head

Bring on sorrow,

Have to borrow



Banish color and the sane

Ignore the Sabbath and pray for rain

She's up in the evening playing a game

She don't want to know that it's nicely arranged

Bring on sorrow,

I will follow



Draw the curtains, prone on the floor

Like to kill with a kiss