The time will pass by
it will take your lavender eyes
and the cool touch of your pink lips
it will blow away the words that we speak
and the movement of your hips
but not the tinfoil mountains
The time swirls by
it takes the indigo lake
and the white bridge we often cross
It blows away the memories
and the thoughts of love and hope and loss
but not the tinfoil mountains
The time raged by
it took the red-bricked houses
and the sturdy castles: it smashed
their grey stones into dust
it raged over the highways
and the iron skyscrapers: until there was
nothing left
but the tinfoil mountains
they saw it all
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.
