Tekster: Made Out Of Babies. Death In April.

Small Body on the Road Coat still sheened with Spring It's eyes still black And soft and warm and clean It's legendary quickness of feet Too slow for the truck's wheels Or teeth Matter of Minutes and hours all gone Picked up for someone else's feast And again, and again and again and again Body on the Road Coat still sheened with Spring It's eyes still black And soft and warm and clean It's legendary speed Outrun by hungry truck wheels The song was short as it was sweet His song was short as it was sweet Soft with Spring Warm and Clean Bright and Mean Short and Sweet Hungry Teeth Dull the sheen Make the Feast Soft with Spring