Paroles
Terra cotta faun
Grinning on the lawns
Must have seen how this serene
Soiree will end
Soon this golden hour
Destined to turn sour
The moon is gone, the deed is done
The mystery spent
Everything goes to waste
Everything fades to grey
Everything carries the taste
Of future decay
Everything turns to dust
Your shining armor will rust
Your star will fade
The whole charade
Fall to the ground
Even now in your prime
Feel the flow of time
Drip by drip slip from your grip
And drag you down
Everything goes to waste
Everything fades to grey
Everything carries the taste
Of future decay