Lyrics:
It's hard to think this eve of partingTurns to sand of summer goneWhen both our minds are warped with partingBreak the thought of nights aloneMaybe I should turn in silenceTell myself I didn't careCurse the thought of your existenceLoving every flaxon hairFlesh cries out, 'Don't move don't leave me'Conscience runs till out of breathSunrise pregnant with your leavingCreeping in like certain deathThe pattern of the bird of loveThat's wheelin' on its dizzy wayTears me down to basic sorrowUseless for another dayIt's hard to think this eve of partingTurns to sand of summer goneWhen both our minds are warped with partingBreak the thought of nights aloneFlesh cries out, 'Don't move don't leave me'Conscience runs till out of breathSunrise pregnant with your leavingCreeping in like certain death