Scylla sing-a-long

Day after day love turns grey like the skin on a dying man.

Night after night, I pretend it’s alright,

but I have grown older,

And you have grown colder

and nothing is very much fun anymore.

and I… feel… one of my threads going numb

Time after time, we can’t quite reach each other

But I don’t mind . . .there’s always your brother

And I… feel… one of my heads going blonde…

(Hey, I’m tryin’ to rhyme here!)

Esprix

As I start to rub my magic wand…