There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy
and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing
it's always better when we're together
onsdag, mars 04, 2009
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