When the sunrise’s shining promise br Of another twenty four hours br Made me want to cry, br And the sunset bored me br With orange indecisiveness, br (A slow death for a pitifully lifeless day) br I started to carve my gravestone. br br With these gloomy thoughts, br Ten thousand epitaphs ready in my head br And a polished new chisel, br I found a dark place br And began work on the M. br By the time I reached the second T br I had lost interest.