tirsdag 13. mars 2007

Only these things count

Sorrow, like a sweet refrain
Repeating as I see my fall from grace in your eyes
Our poses and our appetites
And all the petty wars that lie between us

Oh, to lay these battles down
And pray:
Bless this union

Our communion
Only these things count

Standing here beneath the stars
I wonder, did we travel far, or nowhere?
Could our time be b
etter spent
If nothing else was heaven sent

Like they were?

Now the night is on the run
New day dawning
Bless this morning
Only these things count

-Nils Petter Molvær

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