Twisting Love Into Life
Verse 1
Strife is necessary
To build a life.
Struggle is required,
Like a Mid-Wife.
When you die, you go
Where you think,
Where you think you’ll go.
Chorus
The Brown River of Time,
space-time,
Floats us all into
places strange,
For us to transmute
to the sublime.
But with you, my dear,
we twisted
Love into an eternal life . . . . .
Our own space-time.
Verse 2
Lives come, lives go,
We always conquer it.
To think of it,
Is to conjure it.
When you die, you go
Where you think,
Where you think you’ll go.
Bridge
Swimming,
Swimming
Our feet kicking
Us toward the Sun.
Loving,
Loving,
Always stroking
Two into one.
Chorus
The Brown River of Time,
space-time,
Floats us all into
places strange,
For us to transmute
to the sublime.
But with you, my dear,
we twisted
Love into an eternal life . . . . .
Our own space-time.
