Water Ban

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?