I'm not tired.
I'm ageless.
I'm not bored yet.
I came out of a cave where old couples shuffle
and sit in stillness 'til they form stalagmites.
The air down there is surprisingly cool,
the couples so quiet.
Just don't forget a flashlight.
Our faces will crack like the floor of Death Valley.
It doesn't scare me.
The love keeps pouring out from the ceiling,
filling the inland empire and all our wrinkles.
I'll love you then as now, maybe more.
I can't turn a phrase or your face to mine.
I can turn a phase of madness into a life.
I come back so many times.
Water cycle ain't got shit on me.
I came for everything.
Noah's water ain't got shit on me.
I was a turtle and a forest,
a gestalt, an entity, a process.
What can I say that you don't know?
You'll get bored and watch me grow old.
It's how you move in time.
It's how you move.
Maybe I wasn't in time.
Maybe I wasn't. Maybe I was.
I can't stop coming back for you.
And I'm not sorry.
Water cycle ain't got shit on me.