Riding Tigers Lyrics

We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear.
As our lives dissolve we revolve
Lonely & uninvolved.
Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're
Masticating maize. An empty gaze,
Sitting like that for days.
Try as we may, calendars
Are scattered, furnaces go cold,
Wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old.