It was cold and the person
A thousand deaths
Around his skinny waist
Life is but a dream
Bereft of his blooms
A thousand deaths
Life is but a dream
The sky’s gone out, the sky’s gone out
The sky’s gone out, the sky’s gone out
The sky’s gone out
Life is but a dream
A thousand deaths
The sky’s gone out, the sky’s gone out
The green army surplus bag
A corroding, shrinking stalk remains
No king could replenish his state
The sky’s gone out, the sky, the sky
Terry sat up and hugged
Life is but a dream
And the ultimate cruelty of loves pinions
Legs apart, his eyes lit up
Life is but a dream
The sky’s gone out, the sky’s gone out
I make the air fall apart
Now as the petals are no more
The sky’s gone out, the sky’s gone out
Around me
Beset his appearance, beset his appearance
Now browning, sinking, dying
Beside him had faded badly
Life is but a dream
