Of course, I'd be a fool
To search for a playback.
To play against the rules -
Put wires around my neck.
Of course I'd be a cheat
To even think of him.
Remember what he did
Or what he used to sing.
And yet, I can't forget
A hundred million suns.
The past which now I dread
Keeps crawling after us.
He's gone so long ago.
And still I toss and turn.
Was he right after all
Or was he simply wrong?..