Lucerne

I come to find myself in a state of incapacity going into the grey The red birds muttered no words as I passed by them today A refined bouquet turns into a state of decay A new foreign plot of land to survey Well, you come to find out that sometimes it's less of a blast and closer to a whimper A hidden in plain sight kind of wither and now I'm reaching out my hands to catch a line through my fingers The devil beats his wife again as I pass by Lake Lucerne heavy breathing