We’ll name it silver
Paint it gold
Within our hearts
Till we grow old
And reach for things for ponders sake
And watch how delicate it breaks
A quiet leap across my knee
A metaphor for you and me
To invent dreams so easily
It’s the same for love and ether
It burns it shines, a valentine
It glows no inhibition
A pleasant kind of oxygen
A clear and distant sky
But all this air behind the clouds
That links us like the atom
Goes up in smoke
The flames we stoke
It’s the same for love and ether
It’s shape it’s form
Is finely worn
To touch between sensations
It constitutes the light that roams
An anesthetic pleasure
And dare a bit of it gets in
It’ll occupy for certain
So hold your breath
It’s flammable
The same for love and ether…