Byron is dressed for a funeral again.
I can see the candlelight
Reflect in his eyes full of pain.
And I can see Lyta waving goodbye.
Gods it looks like Byron -
Must be the smoke in my eyes.
Byron my brother -
You are nobler than me,
But you're a bit insane.
The stars could not heal your inner child.
Your followers went wild.
Byron you're a smudge,
On the floor of Gray 5.
They say Lyta's strange, but I've never been.
Byron says her mind is the best place he's ever seen.
And he should know, he's been there enough.
Poor tragic Byron, you really are too much.
Byron my brother -
You are nobler than me,
But you're a bit insane.
The stars could not heal your inner child.
Your followers went wild.
Byron you're a smudge,
On the floor of Gray 5.
Byron is dressed for a funeral again.
I can see the candlelight
Reflect in his eyes full of pain.
And I can see Lyta waving goodbye.
Gods it looks like Byron -
Must be the smoke in my eyes.