I guess what concerns me the most
Getting any younger so we like to boast
Are the cracks and fissures splintering our lovely lives
Our acceptance of the shiny brand-new kitchen knives
So I have decided not to live that way
I still behave in public
And I don't confuse the night with day
And I'm better off please don't say
We know you'll never live without
You have to keep it out
I pray that I'll be saved
Before too long
Another two or three days
And I'll get it wrong
A patch of thistle
Measuring our early grave
With waxy gleam
We stroll along the colonnade
And I have decided not to live that way
I still behave in public
And I don't confuse the night with day