I read in the paper today   It's been a record year for rainfall   And you were leaning against the bathroom wall   In your lonely dress   Was your only dress      Stand accusing across   I've got a temper set for tender   And you were shrugging it off like a feather   Saying, "Oh, would you look at this weather?"      What's the use of all of this?   It's to remember you in the entire   Because I'm watching it slip away   And in the annals of the Empire   Did it look this gray?   Before the fall   Before the fall      So rake your thumbnail across   The stretch of the patina   Revealing a Proserpina   In a low recline   In a steep decline      What's the use of all of this?   It's to remember you in the entire   Because I'm watching it slip away   And in the annals of the Empire   Did it look this gray?   Does it look so gray?   Does it always look so gray?   Before the fall   Before the fall