I know it's over - still I cling

(Oh Mother, I can feel The soil falling over my head, and as I climb into an empty bed. 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. Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (although she needs you more than she loves you). It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind. Love is natural and real, but not for you, my love. Not tonight. Love is natural and real, but not for such as you and I, my love. And I know it's over - still I cling. I don't know where else I can go...)