Methuselah

Pass a message to you and your lover
Like a dirty bouquet with your wine
I will tie to my body some roses
I will fly 'til I get you alive
Are you thinking of me now?
Methuselah
I’m a passenger
I go, I go, I go alone
Have you found a place that’s deeper than the corners of your mind
To settle down?
When I’m lost with myself I see lions
Lying golden on beaches of white, I-I
I see men with their boats in the weather
Carry me as I drift in the night
I don’t think of you
When I’m missing you