Decline and Fall
I feel a hunger tonight, to break for me.
I'll see fame at my door.
I seem unreasoned tonight, and sore.
I'll see the crowd as they pack the hall.
I'll see the crowd as they turn away.
Who will catch me as I fall?
As I fall, as I fall, as I fall.
Who will catch me as I fall?
Who will catch me as I fall?
Autor(es): Vincent Crane
