The room was dark and black and blue
I bought a copy of the Times for you
There was moer in that room than you and I
Three hours later I read what you had in mind
I can't take it
I can't explain it
I never thought of it before
Today is my last day, my last miserable day
I wish there was something more
Your combative plans for an unguessed end, a circumstance you were sure we wouldn't forget
Am I being illogical? I know hopelessness, lonliness, say it isn't so