As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea... So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility... But here am I holding your hand... As often I've thirsted so often I tasted my fell of love's honey and wine... But in desperate drinking the savor of loving is lost and so never was mine... But here am I holding your cup... In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand with only the raiment of time... It is ours to endure or endear and end up embrancing whatever we find... And here am I holding your mind... . . . And here am I holding your mind... . . . As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea... So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility... It is ours to endure or ender and end up embrancing whatever we find...