Once More, With Feeling

Regret sings loudest, at the end of days When we've learned all the stony declensions of sad Grown new lives; but discarded grown-up ways And can someone tell us what we just saw in that play The one where we lost our fabled innocence; How could there ever be an encore, for that? With fever incipient, we've weighed our losses; Rooms where nobody will ever confess How we are responsible for nefarious things Born on the darkening wings of night, For a farther sun shines, without any shadow And lights the world, when we've said goodnight.