Fiction Plane - Sickness Lyrics
Do I feel love?Oh boy do I feel loveI’m lonelyAnd the worst of allWith vanity, a cowardDo I fear love?Oh boy do I fear loveI’m lonelyAnd the worst of allWith vanity, a cowardAlways falling into sicknessIn this life there’s no timeNo time to restAlways falling into sicknessSat inside a tiny churchFashioned out of local birchThe priest chose psalms and let us prayShe lay still until this day