Shimmering Distant Love - Robyn Hitchcock

If I should die without a Bible in my hand

I know my bones shall point across the sand

To the shimmering distance

The shimmering distant love

If I should live without a feeling in my heart

To bad.

It’s never been there from the start

But in the shimmering distance

There’s a shimmering distant love

Time goes by ain’t that a surprise

Time to live and time to die

In the shimmering distance

First you get old and then you start to disappear

You look faint, you’re so difficult to hear

But in the shimmering distance

There’s a shimmering distant love

In the shimmering distance

There’s a shimmering distant love