We change through the autumn of our age,nAll we’re leaving behind are the stains of our days,nThe forecast today is a silent fall from grace,nAll we’re leaving behind are the stains of our days.nnStop time.nTonight we dine with the ‘Harlot’ and the ‘Swine’,nTaste heaven and our sins,nMark the spot where we come crashing in.nnn“How’s the view from up there?”nWhere your darting between wishes and double dares,n3 inches from the atmosphere.nSo call it in the air.nnnThese hands won’t move to shape our plans,nAll we’re leaving behind are the stains of our days,nThe forecast today is a silent fall from grace.nAll we’re leaving behind are the stains of our days.nnIf this is all we know let’s call it homennn“How’s the view from up there?”nWhere your darting between wishes and double dares,n3 inches from the atmosphere.nSo call it in the air.nnn(Let’s build) a monument to document swimming with the sharks again…n(Applauding my return, while singing curses to the world)