There's a mark on menLove song burning up in effigynTwo roads diverging in a lovely dream that only two can tear It's hard to understandnThe cruel, cruel summer of a water bannA dead grass cradle and a water cannTo hold our prayer for rainnnBe the samenHave we severed every courtesy we've made?nnThere's a mark on menScorched earth lovers, is that all we'll be?nRoad diverging in a living dream of hope and love and timennBe the samenThough we severed every courtesy we've madenBe the samenThough we severed every courtesy we've madennNow we severed every courtesy we've madenHave we severed every courtesy we've made?