Lyric In the Autumn of My Madness

In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey
for the milk has finally curdled and I ve nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)
bring all my friends unto me and I ll strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness which in coming won t be long
for the nights are now much darker and the daylight s not so strong
and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough
for the knowing is much harder and the going s getting rough