Tarnish

Tarnish


There's a little copper
In my ring of gold,
A little vagueness
In the songs of old,
There's melancholy
In tales that are told,
And I lay my glasses on the table
My vision blured and sight unstable
I've been shoveling crap out of the gods' stables
And I think it's time to fold my tent
Look for jobs on a new continent
I feel all uneasy where once I was content,
In hindsight my heartache has been foretold both up and down
But I stand in the stable and check my ring again, and frown.


25/01/01