Years come, years go,
I stand no more in doubt.
That we would make it last,
Walk easily on a paper moon.
Scorched feelings can yet mend,
If only I light a candle.
Suppose my days were wrong,
Whence lier's were an instrument.
Melodic as the verse of heaven,
Sharing your innocent touch again.
Clothe me in your light,
Ever a petitioner for what's right..
Drawn into the interminable now,
Of who did what and when.
Is not all it's cracked up to be,
For how can I see the end ?
But believe me darling, even now,
I miss you more than life itself..