Frayed & Torn - The Bitter End

All that glitters is rarely gold

It’s never more than your can hold

Next to what you’ve bought and sold

Now I’ve been skating on thin, thin ice

I get so nervous when the weather is nice

But I’ll never take my own advice

If I can keep these years at bay

And think of something new to say

I might avoid this gradual decay

As people come and people go

They take what they need and reap what you sow

And leave a little vacuum in their wake

In rationing my feelings out

Convinced of what it’s all about

Now I have some nagging doubts

For everyone who’s been and gone

Another two will come along

Watch them sing the same old song

A wall of sound in a long white room

A chrysalis now a cold dark tomb

Echoes a forgotten tune

And he unto the manor born

A broken oath on a bible sworn

Will never see the fabric frayed and torn