Nightingales

Lock me up and throw away my nameMock my love, it don't breakWind and grind, it's onlyWind and grind, it's how the days go byIt's only wind and grindMark this laugh in front the under-porchSlap the arm, break my fallI've got ice, man, I've got itSpread my ashes in the air when I dieNo desire for [?]Wind and grind, it's onlyWind and grind, it's how the days go byIt's only wind and grindSo, so still man, oh, so still manNo one to come, no one to come