Nightingales

Lock me up and throw away my name

Mock my love, it don't brake

Wind and grind it's so then

Wind and grind, it's how the days go by

It's only wind and grind.Mark this laugh in front the underporch

Slap the arm, break my fall.

I've got iceman, I've got it.Spread my ashes in the air when I die

No desire for else, don't sayWind and grind it's so then

Wind and grind, it's how the days go by

It's only wind and grind.So, so still man, oh, so still man

No one to come, no one to come