As the universe spins,
To a desolate end,
And the doldrums of destiny see,
So should I accept being as reasonless as
The firmament's futility.
But here am I,
Holding your hand.
As often I've thirsted,
So often I've tasted,
My fill of love's honey and wine,
But in desperate drinking the savor of loving
Is lost and so never was mine.
But here am I,
Holding your cup.
In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand,
With only the raiment of time,
It is ours to endure or endear
And end up embracing whatever we find.
And here am I,
Holding your mind.
And here am I,
Holding your mind.
As the universe spins,
To a desolate end,
And the doldrums of destiny see,
So should I accept being as reasonless as
The firmament's futility.
(As often I've thirsted,
So often I've tasted,
My fill of love's honey and wine,
But in desperate drinking the savor of loving
Is lost and so never was mine.)
(In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand,
With only the raiment of time,
It is ours to endure or endear
And end up embracing whatever we find.)