Ages
M. Morrison
Fifteen years of precious time behind us
Seven years before our child is gone
Everything precariously balanced
The slightest breath can turn it upside down
And it took us ages
To create
And we fill up the pages
Take it down in a day
Take it down in a day
In a day you smell the turn of Summer
In a day the Winter had begun
In a day I became your lover
And in the morning all this will be gone
And it took us ages
To create
And we fill up the pages
Take it down in a day
Take it down in a day
Fifteen years of precious time behind us
Seven years before our child is gone
Everything precariously balanced
The slightest press can turn it upside down
And it took us ages
To create
And we fill up the pages
Take it down in a day
Take it down in a day