All the weeks are rolling into one
The months, the years, the manic millennia
I'm looking out my window babe
And yet I've got nothing to say

We laid in bed all day
Hard and cold like the snow
Outside our window

What was it we sewed
As we tried to push
One another away
Last June?

Were we too taken aback
By the slivers of the alabaster
Panoramic moon?

To struck by beauty?
And unworthy?

Until there is no more time
Until there is no more wine
Until there is no one else
Pulling on my line

I'll be with you babe

I'll be with you as the fall whines,
As the winter pines.

I'll be with you as the spring
Collides with the summer shine
Falsely accusing prisoners
Forced to pray to us and us only

Never waning
Never feigning
Never blaming

Love is a lost art
Mourned only
By those who have
Forgotten it or
Have convinced

Themselves

It is merely make believe.