The sun is down (or almost down),
there is a screech from in the wood;
the sea is full of oil and trash,
the sky is full of soot and ash;
our moments now belong to fate,
it is too late to copulate.

It is too late to copulate,
our moments now belong to fate;
the sky is full of soot and ash,
the sea is full of oil and trash;
there is a screech from in the wood,
the sun is down (or almost down).