WHEN I WAS YOUNG I CHARMED THE LIGHT OUT OF THE SUN. GROPING AT THOUGHTS WITH A RABID THIRST. ALONE. BUT I WAS AS A CHILD, PARALYSED, TAKEN BY ANY THOUGHT THAT CAME ALONG. SOLD MY FUTURE TO A GAMBLER BY THE RIVER WHEN THE WATER WAS HIGH. GAMBLER STANDS WITH HIS BACK TO MY FUTURE AND THE RIVER RAN DRY.
RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING LIGHT (x4).
I HAD A DREAM WITH ALL OF ENGLAND IN A RUIN. I RULED OVER THAT DISMAL KINGDOM. BUT JUST AS HISTORY TELLS, FOLKS REBEL, KINGDOMS FALL AND MY PRINCELY HEAD DID ROLL.
TOLD MY DREAM TO A DOCTOR BY THE RIVER AND SHE SHOOK ME AWAKE. SHE WAS WRITING A PRESCRIPTION ON A RIZLA FOR MY KING-SIZED MISTAKE.
RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING LIGHT (x4).
DOCTOR WALKS WITH THE GAMBLER ACROSS THE RIVER WITH A SCALPEL AND DICE. THEY’RE DISSECTING MY REFLECTION ON THE WATER INTO MULTIPLE LIVES.