Riff 31

I've got no reason to be sure anymore You've got a secret, a whisper A something I don't know Always bold, never told This is the season where a mask is a cure Your veil is thinning, but you're winning It's hiding all you are Say it once, I'll say it again I fear the reaper, I know they're coming It's sweet and sour My bitter honey I pinch my nose and choke that medicine down I see the moon and, in this dark, she's a friend Whispering "Son, the sun goes around the Bend again, and again"