Текст песни Of Sorry Eyes In March

Destiny marks your life
With a knowing indie.
The act of desire has walked on by.

An ancient soul limps from your eyes
It is just your [tear?] left to it.

Flies lie dying on your soury lips
And on young love's broken wings.
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You are not worth stopping for.

The Earth,
With all it's blessing
And the endless [patterns?] of night.

Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end.