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 expectations will no doubt be changed – Just rolling 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 valueless of our lives.

My turn to crumble
My turn to fall
From so very humble
To nothing al all.