the smiths - i know it’s overoh mother i can feel the soil falling over my head. and as i climb into an empty bed…i know it’s over, still i cling. i don’t know where else i can go…oh mother i can feel the soil falling over my head. see, the sea wants to take me. the knife wants to slit me. do you think you can help me?sad veiled bride, please be happy. handsome groom, give her room.love is natural and real. but not for you, my love. not tonight, my love. not for such as you and i, my love.but in my heart it was so real.