Prior to the previous day I've tried and tried so many ways To give and take your kindly praise But pages burn at both ends Nothing solid and nothing precise I take your story all we need is lies It would be a most splendid prize So candles burn at your end The candles burn at your end Fall in the door and then confess He’s your personal load no less I think you'll die of ugliness I know you'll die of ugliness But that’s a many sided tale And many sides are weak and frail And many signs are unforseen And now we found the loose end So now we’ve found the loose end