As The Gods Play Harps Above You

Sitting there, in the vast moonlight
Not bothering to look at the sky
For you are afraid time will pass you bye

Combing your hair
With a golden comb
Just as the words of the sky
Pass you bye

You say you're afraid of getting passed-bye
You say you wish you could just freeze time

So cherish the moment
Make it sacred
And praise it until you die
While forgetting about being pass-byed.

You fall asleep
Under the moonlight
As the Gods play harps above you