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 . . .