Well, I fell down from the tree of life. Hit the branches on the way. Yeah, way down to the root. Found what's been bothering me. . And I'll tell you.
Now you're walking the well-healed ground. Upon a fragile course. The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down. 'Cos the hero Blake could not be found.
Now it sees that night is day. My uneasy focus has slipped away. Drunk from the poison cup brings sheer relief to me. Head full of the news, twenty-first century.