The Dying Fall

One time, long time - I saw your face in mine

Iran, I came, I stood and watched in vain

I'll walk three paces and turn around

These are the faces of people I'm sure

Who look in rooms where it's hard to stare

I am a ghost of what I used to be

Looked in some manhood fraternities

And when you tried to suppress my bursts,

I cried only for effect and disease

Entertaining and explaining your power clause

It's so nice to be young and fussed,

Amidst the dying fall

Mother you spoil me now

You're a guest of honour now

And there's no hope

Just a perfect situation left for us now

And I'm always deaf to silence in the crowds

They'll shake and rattle out there

I like talking to those who always talk loud

Some Green hope and a bedroom suite

This is the dying fall

This is the dying fall

I dreamed, and dreamed, a senator's nightmare scheme

All gone, how sad, another locked fraternity

Sleeping hard on the telephone

Watch another boom and overflow

Your madness shines like cars in the rain

So let the King have his Queen for today

Another song for the Lady in the radiator:

She sits around and stools all day

Waiting for the dying fall

This is the dying fall

So we cried

As the dying fall sighed

'This is the irony of life

This is mine, no black heroes now

But you're old and dry

You came to see me cry'