The rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully The trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity Stench of relevance permeates the talk of love Cloudless skies of blue,anaemic now, think of you
Curve of your neck is beautiful Shape of your face is elegant Gaze but poignant still But memories stings Second stain of consequence
Fruit is rotting and then The crowd turns around to go back home Views so empty But sane proceeds on it's way to the grave
Curve of your neck is beautiful Shape of your face is elegant Gaze but poignant still But memories stings a Second stain of consequence Oh consequence This is consequence This is consequence