Losing My Sense Of Taste

I must be going through a metamorphosis

The senile dementia or some kind of psychosis

I don't even care about rock and roll

All my favourites seem tired and old

My whole collection now feels like a waste

I'm losing my sense of taste

I must be going through a huge transition

I noticed last night at an exhibition

I found myself feeling nostalgic and sad

Like the best of the culture's been had

A busy Rothko to the modernesque clays

I'm not interested in art these days

I must be going through a terrible shift

You say elevator and I call it a lift

Oh, we speak the same language but neither do well

Blur by the nonsense of buy fit to sell

I'm losing my sense of smell

I'm losing my sense of smell

I must be going through the motions at best

I thought of you so much that it caused me unrest

But I've the real life, should you bother to call?

I'd probably just leave the phone to ring off the wall

The beginning, the middle, the end must be nearing

Or maybe I'm losing my sense of hearing

I'm losing my sense of hearing