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