Lyrics

I get these troubled thoughts On tails and how they're chased You'll settle down for one, or two Two is really harsh, but by the time you get the craft There comes a little tease for three What a mess All this love will soon be cherished I promise I won't go to four I'll weep until my eyes get sore Tell me more, oh tell me more There's no need for crying Love can be tiring thing At least for those who rush and forget to feel the scent Of lonely little birds in the spring And the silly songs that they sing Lyrics don't apply when your heart is full of blood Be gentle to the birds that pass you on your way I could go on Please then go on Why don't you go on? There's no need to go on As when time is spent All of the paths lead back to four Don't forget to weep And count when they are torn As for my part I hope your eyes get sore