Whilst my life is full of sorrow

And my joy is full of tears

Though there's no love for tomorrow

And no eager volunteers

I will burn my old left

Overs

To be sure the spring will come

I will keep it on my shoulders

And I pray to overcome

Apologies now do mean nothing

And it's a long time since I swooned

My compunction won't stop gushing

So I'll crawl up to lick my wounds