Testo In The Autumn Of My Madness

In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning greyfor the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to sayWhen all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with wordsIn the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be longfor the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not sos trongand the things which I believed in are no longer quite enoughfor the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough