Thank you for the kind words. And the memories. I didn't think I'd be upset. I guess I was wrong.
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 out 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
And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things
For tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between with only two just me and you
Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be
I believe in memories; they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together.
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