Lyrics:
Though the soul must convey Some more tears to deleteHe is there to your deathBurning as alcoholMust so live, flower of loveSo's psyche in stagedDialecticsSneaking out, suitcase shownLover must have a manTo quiz of making manThis joy, pain on her heartSmooth things frame till sugaredMidnight he'll sing blueCuz he's sillyWhat woman can singWithout loving the primitive heartHeart, heartLoving the primitive heartStrain, strainClouding yourself by seeing strain