Lyrics

Desperate times and desperate measures
It hasn't been the best year
Keep your grapes I'm much more clever
My God are you still there

I murdered my hope
You murdered time
Seems like we are quite the pair
A spot of tea with my new friend but
May made this March Hare

And when it's over
You saw it coming
It's quite the feeling when it's gone
And when the spiral
Stops it's spinning
The world has a way of marching on

I jumped and jumped to my conclusion
Ripe was my
Was my despair
I bet down the hill the grass is greener
and the grapes grow everywhere

And when it's over
You saw it coming
It's quite the feeling when it's gone
And when the spiral
Stops it's spinning
The world has a way of marching on

Forget the grapes
I'm thinking stew
Where's my friend the march hare
The raven's on the writing desk now
And the Hatter's in the mirror