Rhetoric - Momus

I’ll love you till they figure out the way that life began

I’ll love you till the newspaper reports the fall of man

I’ll love you till you turn into a person I don’t know

I’ll love you till the desert sands are buried under snow

I’ll love you till the razorblades are held against my neck

I’ll love you till the sea glows purple and the sky goes black

I’ll love you till Mount Everest falls down into the sea

I’ll love you till the tiny worms go burrowing in me

The lovely owl upon the bough is swooping down for me

The brambles tangle round and round far as the eye can see

I’ll love you till the astronauts go walking on the sun

I’ll love you till the reaper comes to wake me with his gun

I’ll love you till the melting clocks have chimed a melting hour

Love you till the world has stopped and time has lost its power

I love you like the engine of a little blue machine

I love you like the bee that dies, dies astride a queen