Indeterminate Interlude

Oh, well,
The birds have given up tugging at my windows.
The daylight's done a ninety from my door,
My hopes have all subsided.
Oh, well.

Indeterminate interlude.

So, well,
The memories have all but disappeared,
My jaw has done a ninety from the floor.
And who are you again?
Oh, well.

Indeterminate interlude...