The days are chained like daisies   flung on some years-old grave   on ground unmarked, found on no chart   or map or minefield aid   I can only change the future   I cannot change the past   I can't recall who's on my side   I can only watch my back   Through aimless thought, through thoughtless deed   I joined with liars and thieves   but behold the only liar who's   scorned and told to leave      I will walk yr way      A soap-opera clown   stakes his place by her side   and he'll sniff, pout and frown   'til she tells him the world is wrong   and his cliches are right      Now, the season never changes   Just me and my true love   In this harbour bare, slate-grey and hushed   where slow death is life enough      You made of me an outcast   A suitcase-dwelling shell   You made of mine a heart of stone   which you dropped down a bottomless well   Well, fair enough,   but just don't call it love   when it was just lust for blood   and by the way, "get out" just means "get out" to me      I will walk yr way   Debts of the world are not mine to pay   so I will walk yr way