Darling
The sting in your eye
Is just ash
Is just ash
And I'll tell you that

And the way that this day goes
Is just rusty backlash
Rusty backlash

And my pretty
Little darling
In the morning
I won't love you anymore

And my pretty
Little darling
Keeps me hoping
For the cause

But you've heard all of this
Before
And you've heard all of this
Before
So how could it hurt
Once more
Once more
And would I were the
Dust on your knees
I could just flee
When the wind blows

And would I were the
Skin on your teeth
Useless and meek
For a while
Useless and meek
For a while

And oh whoa oh
We're just slow

And oh whoa oh
We're just slow

And oh whoa oh
In a row

And pray for your poor soul
And we'll pray for our poor souls