A time to savour on the moon,
when melodies are sweet, I’ll see you soon,
a trick to weave time into commonplace,
when seats are separate and gods of old.
A heavy hamster that’s drunk, cold feet,
when time is empty and you’re complete,
a feeling fathomable of souls incomplete,
a tidy dressing gown to spare.
And when all goodbyes resound tonight,
stay close apart, together you’ll die.