Lyrics Ides of March - Birdmask

Ides of March

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