All the Years

I was sitting on a rock, just

waiting for a key

to sleep inside the house

of old serenitySo I climbed onto your altar

begged, please don't let me falter,

we'll put our oaths at stake

in a heaven that all icicles make.All my devotion,

compelled by an ocean,

of all the years to come

of all the years to comeSo we'll work until the night is quite

what once all our dreams were like;

doing all the housework, returning all the

schoolbooks, for goodLet's go on pretending that the light

is neverending -

we still have the summers

to be good to one another, yay hey