There's no combination of wordsI could put on the back of a postcardNo song that I could singBut I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real thingslike a shoebox of photographswith sepia-toned lovingLove is the answerat least for most of the questions in my heart, likeWhy are we here? And where do we go?And how come it's so hard?It's not always easy andsometimes life can be deceivingI'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're togethercan someone make it preyy and repost it for me?thanks