At night he dreams of buccaneers
(For the death of these days)
For the death of these days
Of a time when all was well
For the death of these days
Have I been framed?
Oh how do I begin to end this tale?
He wasn't rich and he wasn't poor
Have I been framed?
"The warning signs are on my wall
And if you think it's you then let me know
Well, I know it's there
This is what he said
His felony was jealousy
Oh how he longed for so much more
In the end well he confessed
(For the death of these days)
Has it always been like this?
For the death of these days
His window was his favorite seat
And through the tears of madness, souvenirs of sadness
Pirate ships and privateers
For watching history repeat
What a way to waste his days!
And if you think it's you then let me know
(For the death of these days)
Who is to blame?
Down by the lake where the seagulls play
Is all he sees, all he sees
An impossible personality
There's no feelin' anymore
(For the death of these days)
It's just something that I missed"
Yeah, who is to blame?
And he'd laze on summer days
And if you think it's you then let me know
Signed and sealed without a kiss
Was he cursed or was he blessed?
