Is it futile to spill my words on paper
In the hope I’ll get famous
And you’ll see them later
And reconnect with me 
It’s been an age since I set you free
But you still mean so much and history
Lives in my soul
Somewhere you will not grow old
But I can’t be held by a line
But is it me who’s drawn it all this time
And I’d wink at you and smile
Do you wanna come with me for a while
Just a season or two
We’re making love 
Not making new 
Bodies to fill this earth
And be consumed by the hurt
That seems to issue from the core
But I just love you more 
With all the time that’s passed
Did you doubt this would last?