Fiction Plane - Sickness lyrics

Do I feel love? Oh boy do I feel love I And the worst of all With vanity, a coward Do I fear love? Oh boy do I fear love I And the worst of all With vanity, a coward Always falling into sickness In this life there No time to rest Always falling into sickness Sat inside a tiny church Fashioned out of local birch The priest chose psalms and let us pray She lay still until this day