Death in the Afternoon-Without Champagne

As heat fades we sit down

Try not to count past crimes

We can hold back the words sometimes

Noble nature and no human sounds

The calm rythm of ocean waves

Dripping ice-cold water on silver leaves

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

Will you leave the masquerade?

A smile for times to come

Is this your personal crusade or

The green fairy dancing?

Or the green fairy dancing?

Just before evening all is soft

Cicada concert, easy breeze

Death in the afternoon with expertise

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

Will you leave the masquerade?

A smile for times to come

Is this your personal crusade or

The green fairy dancing?

Or the green fairy dancing?

They say you’re over-the-top

But you know whatever they say

You’ll do it the hard way, the heming way

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

You sense a doorway to the soul

You waver, are you afraid?

Will you leave the masquerade?

A smile for times to come

Is this your personal crusade or

The green fairy dancing?

Or the green fairy dancing?