Winter Song - Yoko Ono

I know you now for a thousand years

Your body still feels nice and warm to me

The sun is old, the winter’s cold

The lake is shining

Like a drop of Buddha’s tears

The mountains lie in a distance

Like the future we’d never reach

And I keep my warmth

With your body close

The world must be dead

We must be the only heads

Ticking on a hillside

Like a leftover timebomb

I know you now for what you are

And my mind still goes through

Ups and downs with yours

The moon is clear, the room is bare

The bed is shining like an old scripture

That’s never been opened before

And I keep my warmth with your mind close

The world must be dead

We must be the only heads

Ticking in a farmhouse

Like a forgotten timebomb

One day we discovered that the clock

Was not ticking anymore

And our bodies kept spreading rapidly

Like a very very fine tissue

Until it stretched over the whole wide world