Polar Plateau - Aggravation Mix

Procol Harum
 Miscellaneous
 In the Autumn of My Madness
 In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey
 for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say
 When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)
 bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words
 In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long
 for the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strong
 and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough
 for the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough