Nightingales - The Walkmen

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