It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.
Which do I now love the most? - That is the question.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day,
but if you had come with me, you'd have been the sun to my stroll.
No, my world was not a stage, I do not play
like your favourite paranoid King in his role.
Am I, who was once loved by you, poor?
There is no music to feed my love now.
In my more vulnerable years my heart would have tore
But I lost the taste of peanut butter long ago somehow.
So as your ashes turn to ashes...
I reach towards my future, to fall or fly.