There's a mark on me   Love song burning up in effigy   Two roads diverging in a lovely dream that only two can tear It's hard to understand   The cruel, cruel summer of a water ban   A dead grass cradle and a water can   To hold our prayer for rain      Be the same   Have we severed every courtesy we've made?      There's a mark on me   Scorched earth lovers, is that all we'll be?   Road diverging in a living dream of hope and love and time      Be the same   Though we severed every courtesy we've made   Be the same   Though we severed every courtesy we've made      Now we severed every courtesy we've made   Have we severed every courtesy we've made?