You won’t find faith or hope down a telescope, you won’t find heart and soul in the stars.
You can break everything, got the chemicals but you can’t explain a love like ours.
I tried pushing evolution as the obvious conclusion of the start. but it was all my own amusement.
Saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart. I’m holding your hand but you’re barely holding on.
Of all of the things that he’s ever said, he goes and says something that knocks me dead.