In memory of: "Imperial Who?"

(Credit to Crowded House and Neil Finn.. To the tune of "Four seasons in one day")

Four stations in one day..
Lying in the depths of your imagination
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain

Even when you're feeling warm
The Sovereignty could drop away
Like four stations in one day

Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
and I will risk my neck again, again

You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
All the things you can't explain
Four stations in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain like rain
Fills my cup
Like four stations in one day

It doesn't pay to make predictions
Sleeping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain
Only one step away
Like four stations in one day...

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four stations in one day.