There's a mark on me
Love song burning up in effigy
Two roads diverging in a lovely dream that only two can tear It's hard to understand
The cruel, cruel summer of a water ban
A dead grass cradle and a water can
To hold our prayer for rain
Be the same
Have we severed every courtesy we've made?
There's a mark on me
Scorched earth lovers, is that all we'll be?
Road diverging in a living dream of hope and love and time
Be the same
Though we severed every courtesy we've made
Be the same
Though we severed every courtesy we've made
Now we severed every courtesy we've made
Have we severed every courtesy we've made?
