Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
Deep within a locker
On general delivery1
Millenia and millennia in the air
Maybe, then
Rio will be
Some subaquatic city
Divers will come
To explore your home
Your bedroom, your stuff
Your soul, your upper floor
In vain, wise men
Will try to decipher
The echo of words of yore
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, pictures
Traces of a weird civilization
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Loves will always be lovely
As for future lovers, who can tell
If they'll love without knowing
With the same love I once
Gave you
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
Deep within a locker
On general delivery1
Millenia and millennia in the air
Maybe, then
Rio will be
Some subaquatic city
Divers will come
To explore your home
Your bedroom, your stuff
Your soul, your upper floor
In vain, wise men
Will try to decipher
The echo of words of yore
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, pictures
Traces of a weird civilization
Don't feel hustled
Because nothing is for now
Loves will always be lovely
As for future lovers, who can tell
If they'll love without knowing
With the same love I once
Gave you
1. a. b. Service where the post office holds the mail until the recipient calls for it