We all
part of the fall
Like ragged dolls
the fall is here
winter is near
come along dear
nothing to fear
wipe our tears
Sadness just sears
the cold is the metaphor
for all that is wrong
Part of the living dead
wishes in tatters
what else matters
when hopes are ashen
with reality they are clashing
they make us all part of the fall
A bunch of ragged dolls.
Under the blanket of snow we lie
waiting for the sun to rise
Thawing out the living dead
clawing out of the sombre depths
in which our secrets are kept
The living dead.... a bunch of ragged dolls.
