Hjaltalín - Vanity Music 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 pa** 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.