The Tooth of February

There's a word for this sort of thing
It's never, never, never, never
There's a word for this sort of thing
It's never, never, never, never

He heard wedding bells when he met himself
He heard wedding bells when he met himself

Cruel twist of fate
In an arid, dire strait
On a rural hedge-lined lane
Off an infernal plane
On the tooth of February
Somethin' sits glistenin'
Venom or a medicine
But I cannot taste a thing
So I whisper the word
And calm it brings

It's never, never, never (Never), never (Never)
There's a word for this sort of thing
It's never, never, never, never (Never)

Rounded
Houses
Feed
Strong
Victor
Message
Loud
Clear
Straight
True
Flight
Through
Strong
New
One
Two