Sigh's Smell of Farewell - Cocteau Twins

So many fly above my head

I sighed see angry

So many fly above his head

He says, we always have these stars

Some street they’re in

My street street, now sold

My street street, now mine

Street street, now

Street street

So many fly above my sighs

He sighs, we always have these stars

Some street, my human part is

So many fly above your head

I sighed, see them, be them

He sighed, such things are human

So many fly above my head

I sense the angry part

He sighed, such things they leave their pits

Pick my feet up proudly, said he,

I have sighed, Less of these

Lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea

Pick my feet up proudly, said he,

I have sighed

I have sighed, sighed, sighed

He said, he said, he said