All this tenderness has come to nothing

All that we require is being rearranged

I've no wish to look to the future

For my exspectations will no doubt be changed



Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves

My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed

Poisoned pens in invisible paper

Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists



What is the chance of us living

Some of our simplest dreams

Are all the structures we build here

Really as frail as they seem



The dying are the lovers of this modern world

The power and the glory survives

With radio active bargaining

And the valueness of our lives



My turn to crumble

My turn to fall

From so very humble

To nothing al all.