Place your mind beneath these words
To find an answer without pain
Tragedy has a voice that hurts
And you won't ever forget again
It is no trick though you may doubt
- this word was spoken many times
And here is only one more scout
To help you with your drifted mind
"the green of the falling leaves"
Combines their colour with their fate
But the present's such a lousy thief
To get it all you simply have to wait
You're wrong by mixing tense with tense
Without an eye on their own rules
Cause the context you stretch in suspense
Won't fit for the future as a random mule