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
curious george<3
