Missing Mr. Marchie

Now grey is sitting high
On my sunny August sky
And as the days go by
My summer fades and dies
It really is quite strange
How little that remains
Of the cool and the deranged
Cause the mirror’s not the same
Standing around like crows
With draggled feathers
One of those all-time lows
Gone mad together
And now I’m all alone
And things are worse than ever
And I would give all the silence in the world
For a crash of broken glass
Just a crash of broken glass
Still you haunt me phantom wise
And call me once or twice
In the garden where I pine
Real distraught and paralyzed