It seems as clear as yesterday...
We saw it in a dream
But dream became insanity...
Awful gaping scream
So sad to see such emptiness...
So sad to see such tears
And heaped up leaves of bitterness...
Turned mouldy down the years
Nothing but the truth...
Common words in use
Hard to find excuse...
Harder than the truth
Like Icarus we flew too high...
We flew too near the sun
They caught us in that awful glare...
Our hapless throats were strung
But just before the final stroke...
They took us victims of the rope


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