Exeunt All, Quacking Video (MV)

I remember September
In St. James Park
The day they finally tracked you down
You and I on a bench
My coat as light as yours was dark
Scattering bread along the ground

Your hand brushed mine
As we spoke the secret words
You said the axe blade was coming down
You told me they made you
And you smiled sadly at the birds
You touched my mouth and told me not to frown

And when they burst from the bushes
You followed them like a lamb to the slaughter
And the ducks hurried off
Returning to the safety
Of the Water