Dismantled

Stop all the clocks, Cut off the telephone lines,
Prevent the dogs from barking, And just keep going,
Silence the Pianos, And rip off the drums,
Bring out the coffin, As the moon has come.

Let the Aeroplane circle, mourning over my head,
Scribbling in the sky, the message, He is Dead.
Fill crate bowls with the whiteness of the public dumps,
Earth traffic peacens, with their black cotton gloves.

You were my North, my South, My East and West,
My working week and My Sunday rest,
My Noon, My Midnight,
My Talk, My Song.

I thought this love would last forever,
I was wrong, the stars are not wanted now,
Filth out everyone, Pack up and run,
Lets Dismantle the Sun.

Pour away the ocean, and sweep up the roof,
'Coz nothing here can count for any good,
A lot has been wasted over one word,
Kill that peaceful being, let it fly like a bird.

A sweet aroma, A stink from nowhere,
A pleasurable ecstasy, A remorseful encounter,
Both coins the same fate, May it be love may it be hate,
Crying makes both the rich and poor weak.

Love is not what we look for, Lust is what we greed,
Like mosquitoes, we fly, like dogs we breed,
Life is all but a spark of light, shining on the owl,
Feels no different, whether its day or night.

Work your magic elsewhere, Make your beauty the beast,
Life is faster than you think, so make haste,
He shall decide, This love has ended, fast or gradual,
Matter not for me, Love and I both have got Dismantled.