Sticky Hulks

Astral seasons drift on by In wavering delight And stretching on through time As a soul should surely be For all eternity And present in a sigh At a pace so patiently Dally there for you and me Placid all the while Ah the ticking of the clock And the ringing of the stocks Are relics of our lives Our love flows on endlessly Our love is pure and free A vast and depthless sea