We see ourselves in the reflection of all water
Our ancient mother and our future daughter
The cool, forsaken mistress of the seas

For years, she fed us on her tears
We bathed like newborns
’Lo the stratospheres she took on new forms
But our thirst eclipsed her destiny

Swallowed by space
We aren't the last
Every great love has its past

Her incandescent melodies
And how she moved on moonless nights
Her distant lacquered greens and blues
Rippling under the last stars

That floated us that spoke to us
Slaked are tongues in crystalline brilliance
Quicksilver, she’s a giver
Quicksilver ebbed like laughter

Swallowed by space
We aren't the last
Every great love has its past
Every great love
Every great love