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