Lyrics

At the inquest of my youth Three blackbirds, several old friends It's made of dying more sense I took ill and had to lie down I can't account for all the lost ends I can't remember all the faces At the inquest of my youth A moment's silence seemed a lifetime If I'm guilty, call the hangman For he's my friend, he cannot fold me I am prone to jealous rages I am jealous all the lonely At the inquest of my youth On a cliff top cry that crew say Come this way if you will I have a cure for immortality