Clam Compadres Fo-eva

when the sky is not as starry

and the sea has lost its depth

when you tell me that you're sorry

for locking yourself in my head

when your eyes are not as fiery 

as they always used to be

I'll take your hand in two of mine

until we sink into the green

when I am vines on a brick building

and your lungs are made of ash

when you're a clock that's ticking slowly

and the days are crawling past

when all our hope and time is taken

and our future's coming fast

I will hold you close and won't let go

this storm could never last