Decline and Fall Songtext
von 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 ...