I read in the paper today
It’s been a record year for rainfall
And you were leaning ‘gainst the bathroom wall
In your lonely dress
Was your only dress

Stand accusing across
I got a temper set for tender
And you were shrugging it off like a feather
Saying, “Oh
Would you look at this weather?”

What’s the use of all of this?
It’s to remember you in the entire
Cause I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the empire
Did it look this grey
Before the fall?
Before the fall

So rake your thumbnail across
The stretch of the patina
Revealing a Proserpina
In a low recline
In a steep decline

What’s the use of all of this?
It’s to remember you in the entire
Cause I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the empire
Did it look this grey
Does it look so grey
Does it always look so grey
Before the fall?
Before the fall