Sad Cellar Door

I will whisper in your ear a phantom, silent drone So the wind don't hurt you on your way home I can hear the police knocking all upon my hanging door I think to myself "I never felt this way before" Is it true that all we do is just waste our time Go waste yours and I'll waste mine Well now tell me, can it be, is it really all forlorn? I ain't to blame for nothing man, I never asked to be born