Kestrel

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow Fresh blood dripping onto snow When everything starts to slow Frozen rivers can still flow Speak up, speak up, speak up But not when the timing's ill No one trying to raise hell Elbows on those windowsills Sorrow, sorrow No telling where I might go The bulb is losing its glow Dictionary ear-marked at "hope" Sorrow, sorrow The account will refuse to grow That stream gonna run too low More books out on how to cope Sorrow, sorrow When the pack goes for the kill When the pack gets on the smell The bulb will burst and we won't care We won't care Sorrow, sorrow Sorrow, sorrow Spеak up It's about to Before we'll bе pushing our luck Before everything kicks off Hello Good morning Are you washed in our Saviour's blood? Oh, this won't take a second, sir, this won't take a— Kestrel You keep your head so still Above it And we won't care We won't Wake up, wake up Mr. Brown hears the alarm clock Always for the shipping forecast Before Prayer-For-The-Day, it's off Got no time for that useless stuff (I live in real life) Got my head into real life, I live in real life I live in real life I live in real life I live in real life I live— Kestrel You keep your head so still We won't care We won't care We won't care We won't care