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 ...