opening of a season

this is the only thing we truly mean
once the departure has been set in stone
no one regards the value of the scene

so much hangs on each one standing serene
even when we have left them all alone
this is the only thing we truly mean

the days and nights remain totally clean
we do not want to hear a single groan
no one regards the value of the scene

we do not grant the worth of just one bean
to anyone who speaks of the unknown
this is the only thing we truly mean

shadow and substance have each a routine
and we will listen still for every drone
no one regards the value of the scene

it is too late to be earnest and keen
the knife has cut us to the solid bone
this is the only thing we truly mean
no one regards the value of the scene