There's a dying in this life
Like a constant hum of a song that just won't go
And it threatens to make me go mad
...
But what did I mean when I never looked back to you
Even in your desperate glances
And in the way the world expected me?
...
Et In Arcadia Ego
There's a dying in this life
Like a constant hum of a song that just won't go
And it threatens to make me go mad
All I can do is think of something else
But it's never the same
Never as fascinating
As that one humming tolling tinkerbell.
Never. Never. Land.