Tears in Budapest

Well I know I'm not my best
But these tears
Continue to fall
Like leaves in the rain
They take away my pain
From the hours that always seem
The same

Tears in Budapest and the river it is blessed
From
The paragons of rest
Who nestle in their nests
In the ivory towers
Letting down their locks
Under lock down
Over river docks
And scenes of lock and key
Where nobody is free
Except to cry their
Tears in Budapest

Tears in Budapest
The reasons flow
Through bridges guessed
Like hopes raised
Like eye-brows
Like frowns
Like smiles upside down
Over the topsy turvy Danube
That scurries, and bowls
And tumbles and rolls
In its mouths open
And gaping in shouts
And words, and language
That wriggles and bursts out
From the blisters of boils
And current buns of the thirsty
Turbulent flow

And over arching them
Are these Eyes with their lids
That open and close
In daft surprise and blink
Over the Danube sink
And basin, and drain
Where Tears in Budapest fall
Like leaves in the rain