PICULIARLY CLOSE RELATED TO DEATHRemains the ordinary manTwo souls, alas, they dwell inside his breastNo stage left for the noble and heroic heartThat wishes all the best for themTwo lovers on a dock in CopenhagenTwo souls, alas, they dwell inside his breastAnd countless figures passing byThis crippled earthShall never grow its grass ream againFrom the gates all meantOf machines and shoes and dogs directing themSigning treaties, waging warsDoing all his choresLooking for the causeSigning treaties, waging warsMarriage and divorceLooking for the causeAnd the cause of allThe cause of allThe cause of allI watched him kiss her on the merry-go-roundI watched them kissing on a trainThe west wind blewAnd the rain beat the roofAnd the wind blew the rooftops againAnd all he couldWas to gaze at her remembering themSigning treaties, waging warsDoing all his choresLooking for the causeSigning treaties, waging warsSigning treaties, waging warsMarriage and divorceLooking for the causeAnd years went byAnd as he gazedThe wall clock cuckooed for all of themAnd years went byLooked upon them.And years went by And years went by.*