The Lovers They Kiss And Slowly They Turn

For Drawing A Breath There Is Nothing But Time

A Thousand Million Years Before We Crash In The Sun

And I Know We Will Be Still Here In Her Arms

In The Thick Black Night We Could Lie In The Grass

And Gaze At The Sky And Watch The Satellites Pass

A Thousand Million Miles, The Earth She Will Turn

Then Still We Will Be Here In Her Arms

And If We Can Float Away In Our Dreams

There's A City That Waits Under The Sea

The Days To Pass Living In The Rose

The Seeded Land Slow And Old

The Scented Air Heavy And Warm

Whispers, Touches . . .