50 Pieces

You've been away for such a long, long time
Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine
All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces
Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fineI thought perhaps we could sit down for tea
Nein, was the cold reply of Frau ecstasySitting on a mossy stump, among all the bottles drunk
Breathe cold against the air
All I smell your ragweed hair, smoked to the bone
Soaked to the bone I'm all alone, poor meI thought perhaps we could sit down to tea
Nein, was the cold response of Frau ecstasy