He told me all his stories, so
That when this day came, I’d
Be the one who remembered.
Love song: if I remember you
When he lost the wisdom of his age
[Like] Lear on the moor
You, my beloved, not only lose time/You misrepresent it
His time is lost and eludes him
Only reminds me of how much time we have lost…
I remember memories, his, mine, ours
When time became a flight of fancy
They agreed to restore sorrow to the vocabulary of loss
The one about time losing its meaning
Hold on
I’ve got you, fight me all you can
Fight me all you want and with
All your mighty might, and all
The will you can muster. Yours
Is a strong will, you show plenty
Of determination, so do I. I am
Determined. I won’t let go of you
I will not let you go. It’s not yet
Our time. That is our time is not
At an end. You and I will have this
Time as our own. I’ve got you now.
I am not ready. We are not ready.
Not now. I’ve got you now. Fight
Me all you want, but hold on tight.
What time is it?
When he stopped recognizing time
I had to know what time it was all
The time. Day and night for a while
Were his to mix and match but I had
To know what time it was all the time
Day and night. He would ask after it
Knowing that it was eluding him but
Wanting to keep track of the time all
The time. I had to know what time it
Was all the time to share the time
With him. I had to know if it was day
Or night, morning or evening for him.
this is our life 