Sanat

There are peaches in December
There are roses on the moon
There's a palace if you want one
You can have it Tuesday noon
There is music, there is honey
There's a robe for every back
In the kingdom of abundance
There is nothing that we lack

But there's everything but time, my love
There's everything but time
And the only other rarity
Is yours the way it's mine
So I will not spend my hours
Like they cost me nothing dear
Every minute is a satoshi
Pardon me, my dear -
That was saying it twice

You can copy every painting
You can print another sun
But you cannot mint a moment
When the moment's been and done
And the hand I'm softly holding
In this garden going gold
Is the scarcest thing in heaven
And the only wealth I hold

There's everything but time, my love
There's everything but time
And what is rare is sacred
And what is sacred shines
So spend me like a treasure
Spend me slow and spend me true
For of all my numbered evenings
Every one I'd give to you

There are peaches in December
There is starlight in the hall
But an hour in your arms, love
Is the richest thing of all