Ides of March - Birdmask

This little man didn’t let anybody in

And he fought for his life and he fought for his sin

And he rose and he rode from the west to the south

And he rose and he rode through the elements and denizens

This little man didn’t let anybody in

And he fought for his life and he fought for his kin

It was him it was him who wrote your name in the sky

It was him it was him with the sadness in the eye

«She's idly leafing through his diaries in hopes of finding something of

significance

Pulchritudinous and engulfed in solitude»

This little man didn’t let anybody close

And he fought for his land and for those

In a pinch in a way he’s a mystery too

And if asked he would laugh and say nothing to you

Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he will run and

Every time you want to hear a little more than necessary he’d be gone

Oh, the streets are closing

All the streets are closed

Oh the streets are closing

All the streets are closing

Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he will run and

Every time you want to hear a little more than necessary he’d be gone

Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he will run and

Every time you want to hear a little more than necessary he’d be gone

Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he will run and

Every time you want to hear a little more than necessary he’d be gone

Oh the streets are closing

All the streets are closing