Now grey is sitting high On my sunny August sky And as the days go by My summer fades and dies It really is quite strange How little that remains Of the cool and the deranged Cause the mirror's not the same Standing around like crows With draggled feathers One of those all-time lows Gone mad together And now I'm all alone And things are worse than ever And I would give all the silence in the world For a crash of broken glass Just a crash of broken glass Still you haunt me phantom wise And call me once or twice In the garden where I pine Real distraught and paralyzed