we gods, we float along. we
return to our roots, little by little
(but time doesn't matter, as long as you're here)
, back to winged chariots and armfuls of lightning bolts.
we are amazing

...but we're just so simple lately - we
cling on sofas and cry into each other's T-shirts,
blurred and softened into tender lovesilly heaps of endless...
we trade all that light and power for
indie romantic comedies and epic lovesongs,
acoustic,
lots of piano,
y'know,
heartfelt

and yet - and yet - we gods -
we go on. we float. we reinvent and make anew,
create worlds in each other's images,
we silly small gods in our tear-stained T-shirts
and we live
and we love

and we gods,
we are amazing