Tens of millions of songs in ten thousand years
And even the sky rearranges
The songs of our fathers are no longer here
But falling in love never changes
Isn't it funny, I did not notice how
Until we began our little game
The millions of songs are all relevant now
And that falling in love stays the same
I know that surely, love, I will weep for you
In however it is that we part
But until that time comes, all that I can do
Is add my own to that sea of art
