Låttexter
Astral seasons drift on by
In wavering delight
and stretching on through time
As a soul should surely be
for all eternity
and present in a sigh
At a pace so patiently
dally there for you and me
placid all the while
Ah the ticking of the clock
and the ringing of the stocks
are relics of our lives
Our love flows on endlessly
our love is pure and free
a vast and depthless sea
