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