And the years shall run like rabbits

for in my arms I hold

The Flower of the ages

and the first love of the world.

All the bells in the city

Begin to whirr and chime

But let not this decieve you

You cannot conquer time.

The iceburg knocks in the cupboard

The desert signs in the bed

And the crack in the teacup opens

A lane to the land of the dead.

It was late, late in the evening

And the lovers-they were gone

The city now is quiet

And the deep river runs on.