Lyrics:

My instruments of love have all been put away
And you should always be cheery and not contrary as you were
My instruments of love were useless anyway
Your eyes they always look through me, you never knew me
It's sad to say

Look at all the silly things, take joy in all the little things
Heaven sent or heaven bound, rows of angels all around

My impetus for love has all but disappeared
And I have a sneaky suspicion of the condition that we're in
My impetus for love has dropped me in the end
And I should always be weary of the conspiracy, my friend