My conscience is reeling

And so is the ceiling

The funniest feeling

Is filling my mind



The moon goes on waning

And rain is still raining

The dams are all straining

To hold back the tide



The good Life is better

When Death is your debtor

The Rain makes things wetter

That Sunshine has dried



Your love is a feather

All wrapped up in leather

And soon I'll endeavor

To open it wide