The Late Great Cassiopia

The Essex Green

I was born today a northern constellation

A minor where a major wants to be

I stacked my words, manufactured legend

And walked along the water in my sleep

'Til the news spun circles and there I saw you

Wrapped up in a New York magazine

Was that the page that tells how I was falling?

Well maybe that part is not worth mentioning

Now... what will they say?

Now... what can they do anyway, anyway?

So let me down slow, let me down real easy

Even giants have to watch how they decline

I'd will you the sky or anything else, I promise

I will until the day that I die

I will until the day that I die.

What will they say?

What's the world gonna do anyway, anyway?