Lovers
How many times do I have to try?
The heart, it can’t tell time
How many dreams have to die?
The soul, wretched from the slime
How many times do I have to cry?
That’s all I can sing
It’s another wicked song
Coming from somewhere up above
All out on the open
So, what do you say?
Take my hand
Lets do it as it’s meant to be
Like lovers do
Eternal like space.
– A. Garcia