Laying in the darkness, my duvet wrapped about me.
I hear the autumn wind whistle around my tin box...

I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...

If a Giraffeacoo was here and now,
How funny would it look...

No fur in which to bury my ugly face,
Brother lost to me though of a different race...

In the time that follows the daily grind.
A cover song "where is my mind...

You will never know
Paradise...

No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...

One round to remind us of the friends we've lost.
We down another for the ones still here...

The righteous and pious
Will preach word and deed...

The wind howls as rain is driven horizontally.
My coat flaps and my hat is once more whipped into...

Oh how I long for your?
!Disdain...

Bbbrrr
Coming is winter...