歌词
Dark old trees, silent moon
Longing for the gentle breeze of a sunny afternoon
Restless walk, pointless talk
Too blind to see, this was never meant to be
You fired me and threw me away
Love is never here to stay
Decay
Decay
Flyin' high with a kitschy tie
We made our bids and never lost until the pipelines all ran dry
Packing down, I'd better leave
Silent moon whispers It's time for you to grieve
They fired me and threw me away
Good times are never here to stay
Decay
Decay
Going down, going round
Going down, going round