Decline And Fall - Bill Nelson

Time is measured by our heartbeat

Never trust a heart of gold

Thought I’d mention it in passing

Thought I’d tell you how it goes …

Spent my youth in conversation

These days I hardly speak at all

Could this be the perfect measure

Of my own decline and fall …

Decline and fall …

The clothes I wear are all in fashion

Although my body is in rags …

The games I play are superficial

They help amuse me when time drags …

Strangers toy with my affections

Old friends are strangers in disguise

I keep my thoughts in isolation

Somewhere inside, oh, something dies …

Decline and fall …