Nightingales

Lock me up and throw away my name Mock my love, it don't break Wind and grind, it's only Wind and grind, it's how the days go by It's only wind and grind Mark this laugh in front the under-porch Slap the arm, break my fall I've got ice, man, I've got it Spread my ashes in the air when I die No desire for? Wind and grind, it's only 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