Вершы: Noise Ratchet. For You I'll Be Forgetting Me.

Decorations fell,
A red and green wives tale.
A silver line surrounds
Rooftops and black clouds
Are on their way to me.

Happy Birthday to me
The forgotten King

Open hand outstretched

To receive their prize.
But I could give you anything,
Yes anything
You??®e everything to me.