In The Autumn Of My Madness

In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled and Ive nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)
Bring all my friends unto me and Ill strangle them with words

In the autumn of my madness which in coming wont be long
For the nights are now much darker and the daylights not so strong
And the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough
For the knowing is much harder and the goings getting rough