As the universe spins
to a desolate end
in the doldrums of destiny's sea...

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 tasted
my fell 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
embrancing 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
in the doldrums of destiny's sea...

So should I accept being
as reasonless as
the firmament's futility...

It is ours to endure
or ender and end up
embrancing whatever we find...