Your dangerous charm and your. Glamorous arrogance thrilled me. In the melancholy winter time. (Uncle Bill please give me time). . But this war of attrition.
Have you had your death today. And felt the loneliness of what you can't explain?. Have you had your death today. And resurrected joy from the jaws of pain?.
Take off your topcoats. Put on your raincoats. And now give up your birthright. And don't you cry. 'Cause in 23 verses now. A storm is a-comin'. And you'll be too surprised.