Faces come and places go into event horizons here, and I always thought that I would hold my ground with you. But say goodbye and move along – alone on a sky-blue sea. It was so different when you were around. Now stretch your arms into the air and watch the Old World pass away; in the morning your memory will fade. So calibrate your young heart like the glass among the sand. Go down deep into sleeping hand-in-hand.
Bert Jerred
