It's Mira, in the morning sunAfraid to know all the reasonsShe'll get away, well done33 names in the seasonsTurns this man with flamesHelped her so many timesWill you remember his name?They will come and change your daysThey'll take all your morning lightsTake everything awayGood heavens, Mrs. EphraimI ask your help to keep brooders aliveEveryone is going blindScorpion, wonder raceDid you see him choosing you?Oh, it's doneThe end of graceThough I only try to get throughBut stay away, it is feeding timeOr else you'll findYou'll take your life
