Whenever the small remnants
Built by ash remaining...

Who can say when it will be time
To put down your things...

Babe, its not easy loving you
Especially when you don't love yourself...

Now that the white lotus has sprung,
And the song has been sung...

Tomorrow might be better
But then it might be worse...

Things are changing slowly
In a way that is unseemly...

Thoughts of longing spread;
Like spilt water in the sand...

I think this time its forever
When April finally looks like Spring...

Loveless-- like a cold spring morning,
Lacking all the glory of the radiant sun...

There is something great between us
That time is squandering...

The very tip of the iceberg
Which was enough for the Titanic...

I'll resurrect a gesture of love
From the dusty desert ground...