What then is love but mourning? 
What desire but they self burning? 

Time stands still 
Time stands still 

And I know that this is the movement of bodies 
Each body pulsing with it's own time and power 
Each body alone and wrapped with it's own remembrance 
In that loneliness maroon in a stone sea 
I heard lips whispering complete 
And sent all time in the palms of my hands and my skin 
The need for contact 
Shut behind the thirteen bolted doors my feet fetted 
I dreamed only of the orofices of the watch put there 
So that one may hook and twine oneself in me 
Continually I dreamed of this confrontation 
And it was a dream of the most savage jealous and cruellest match 

Time stands still 

Though you are young 
And I am old 
Though your veins flow 
And my blood flows 
The youth is moist 
The age is dry 
Yet embers live 
When flames do die 

All time stands still 
Time stands still 
Time stands still 

Tender grass is easily broke 
Yet who shall shake the sturdy oak 
You are more fresh and fair than I 
Yet stubs do live 
When flowers die 

Time stands still 
Time stands still 

Thinkst thou thy fortune still doth cry 
For tomorrow thou must die