This is idyll and I hope it works for you
How to pull through
Twilight's without you
I stagger and I long to our rendezvous
But time is aloof
Among other stuff too
Stuff that I'd rather not do
But I do
I do them for you
Baby, if I could
Hit the nails and chop the wood
I would
I'd go to Perth and build you
The home of our rendezvous
But life is so lurid
Very astute and highly torrid
And all I ache is to write our story in stone
Write in stone
So it never wreaks and never falls
Till we're one with the ground, and we're back to the Lord
It's not a novelty idyll
Or a wisely done riddle
But I hope it will work for you
I really hope it does
