Do you remember that ride through the park in the landau
and we talked of that poor man
who was locked up in Spandau?
I didn't know then that prisons are made out out of tears
and in the passing of years
I have imprisoned myself
locked up my soul
and am just playing this role of a man.

Can you think back to the snack in the cafe
when all you wanted to say
was something to hurt
as if my blood wouldn't spurt when you cut me so deep
did you keep that moment for me
did you think I would be
in bits,decimated
you underestimated as you usually did
but you got rid of me
told me to go as if you only knew what the future would hold.

Well I'll tell you this,
the future is when you get calloused and old
when your stomach's so big you have to fold it in
and hold your tongue
the future's no fun but the fun that you had
at my expense
was expended in mortgages paid to those dowagers
how you have aged.
How I once raged at the iniquity
before I began to see
the light of what's right
and now in your night of the day that you had
are you happy or sad?
Do I care if you answer
does a moth love the flame?
it was never the same after you.