Bill Nelson Decline And Fall
Time is measured by our heartbeat
Never trust a heart of gold
Thought I'd mention it in passing
Thought I'd tell you how it goes ...
Spent my youth in conversation
These days I hardly speak at all
Could this be the perfect measure
Of my own decline and fall ...
Decline and fall ...
The clothes I wear are all in fashion
Although my body is in rags ...
The games I play are superficial
They help amuse me when time drags ...
Strangers toy with my affections
Old friends are strangers in disguise
I keep my thoughts in isolation
Somewhere inside, oh, something dies ...
Decline and fall ...
