Spin me your tales of sorrow
That I've so failed to behold
Well, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
We'll sail for Hades Cove
It will take all you've known
Low waters show saints teeth topped with snow
Spare me
Spare me the songs the birds will sing when you're gone
I'll already know
Spare me the songs the birds sing when you're gone
I'll know
Spare me their sorrowful song
When you're gone, I'll know