Young with Ancient Stories

When I'm lost I know Love is but an art Young with ancient stories Here before it's born And when you're here I see A sun and an eclipse Together in one message That's told through broken lips I've seen you in the light I've seen my life in you I said you were a lesson But one I thought was new And what if this was real? And all I've felt was true? Would any of it matter? What would it mean to you? I am losing sight Of the god I thought I knew But maybe I'm just finding A new glass to look through