To black framed witness
From black framed guilt
A misery of Springtime
and a weekend of absolute

CHORUS:
I remember
the wilds around me
whispered "Brutality"
The strangest apology of all

This dragon-faced accolade
of vigour and hope
With shame and delight
I accept it
This omen-filled season
Not sudden or rushed
No fear of volunteer
I reject it

CHORUS (x2)

Evening then
and evening now
The smell of seasoned Summer
brings memories of illusions past
and Autumn has funerals enough to last