Breath deep the gatering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bench sitter people sit back and lament,
Another days useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one!
A lonely man cries for love and has none!
New mother picks up and suckles her son.
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted Og, who rules the night!
Removes the colors from our sight!
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion....
The Moody Blues Days of Future Passed
Circa 1967-1968
