And everyday I wait for it to leave,
The leaves are turning brown and I weep
Black smears across the edge of my sleeve
I cannot bear even to go to sleep

SUffer in the still of the dark, cold room
Plainly seeing life as though i were through
Love should be considered to a tomb
My knees, they ache, upon the wooden pew

A hideous corpse lay staring at the stars
Bright twinkling they do from so very far
Fat green eyes, which now see the bizarre
nothing could hold me down fro the high bar

Every love takes a turn on the life path
People say they accept the bitter wrath