One swallow never made a spring. You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king. Beware the trinkets that we bring. . When the visionary dreams set hard and grey as flesh made into stone.
I went to my mother, said - please make me king. I went to my mother, said - I've got to be king. She said son - well you've got to wait your turn. Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn.
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.