Dying Fall

One time long time, I saw your face in mine. I ran I came, I stood and watched in vain.
I'll walk three paces and turn around, these are the faces of people I'm sure who look in rooms where it's hard to stare. I am a ghost of what I used to be, locked in some manhood fraternity.
And when you tried to suppress my bursts I cried only for effect and disease, entertaining and explaining your power clause it's so nice to be young and fussed amidst the dying fall.
Mother you spoil me now, you're a guest of honour now and there's no hope just a perfect situation left for us now.
I'm always deaf to silence in the crowd, they always shake and rattle out there. I like talking to those who always talk loud, some green hope and a bedroom suite this is the dying fall.
I dreamed and dreamed a senator's nightmare scheme, all gone how sad another locked fraternity.
Sleeping hard on the telephone watch another boom and overflow.
Your madness shines like cars in the rain, so let the King have his Queen for today, another song for the lady in the radiator, she sits around and stools all day waiting for the dying fall... this is the dying fall.
So we cried as the dying fall sighed,
'this is my irony of life, this is mine...no black heroes now, but your old and dry...you came to see me cry'.