Missing Mr. Marchie - Ashbury Heights

Now grey is sitting high

On my sunny August sky

And as the days go by

My summer fades and dies

It really is quite strange

How little that remains

Of the cool and the deranged

Cause the mirror’s not the same

Standing around like crows

With draggled feathers

One of those all-time lows

Gone mad together

And now I’m all alone

And things are worse than ever

And I would give all the silence in the world

For a crash of broken glass

Just a crash of broken glass

Still you haunt me phantom wise

And call me once or twice

In the garden where I pine

Real distraught and paralyzed