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