Future Hurry Slow - Lea Porcelain

While all of heaven awakens

Let the future hurry slow

Let you be alternate love

Let you be the stars above

Say how much more

Sweet blooms have masked

Before I go to hollow?

So is it not heaven itself?

My love it has to follow

For what I care

You are my all

My sense or voices mark

Look in your glass

And tell the face

That you know that it won’t last

Say how much more

Sweet blooms have masked

Before I go to hollow?

So is it not heaven itself?

My love it has to follow