Living In The Rose 3 48

(Sullivan/Heaton)
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
In the thick black night we could lie in the grass
And gaze at the sky and watch the satellites pass
A thousand million miles the earth She will turn
Then still we will be here in Her arms
And if we could float away in our dreams
There's a city that waits under the sea
The days to pass living in the rose
The seeded land slow and old
The scented air heavy and warm
Whispers, touches . . .