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