Cadaverous Condition

look at the cat, it flies above my head
how will you live, how will you like it
look at the cat, it flies above your head
I can seldom be with you, I'm in doubt
sorry I can't promise you a world without fools
and please beware of all the lies
oh I'm sorry child that love is not luck
pain in severance and pleasure in sighs
city lights are wonderful, so is the wood in spring
of home you think when you're away, there's woe
in everything