Sustain Quality - Larry Wilde, George Burns

Blues are falling like showers of rain

But I don’t feel like crying

Death is abroad this day

But I don’t feel like dying

I learned how to sustain myself

How to sustain myself in storms

Her tongue was like a scythe

And all her bones were haunted

A scapegoat for her life

Was all she ever wanted

I learned how to sustain myself in storms

Sir Bedivere slept in the field

His armour strewn around him

Curled foetus-like beneath his shield

Still weeping when we found him

I teetered on the edge of doom

Degenerate and broken

She sucked the poison out of my wounds

And spoke the great unspoken

I learned how to sustain myself in storms

His monstrous ego, whipped and driven

Raged beneath his clothing

The compliment he paid was given

Not with grace but loathing

Deliverance is at the gate

With arms and gold in store

She apologises for being late

But I don’t need her anymore

I learned how to sustain myself

How to sustain myself in storms

Scoured and stripped of all pretence

Shorn of all illusion

I offer nothing in my defence

— you may draw your own conclusions

I learned how to sustain myself in storms