the rain impinges upon the earth again blissfully   the trees sigh in the wind and sway with distilled purity   stench of relevance permeates the talk of love   cloudless skies of blue,anaemic now, think of you      curve of your neck is beautiful   shape of your face is elegant   gaze but poignant still   but memories stings   second stain of consequence       fruit is rotting and then   the crowd turns around to go back home   views so empty   but sane proceeds on its way to the grave      curve of your neck is beautiful   shape of your face is elegant   gaze but poignant still   but memories stings a   second stain of consequence   oh consequence   this is consequence   this is consequence      ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh