If loving me were possible, you couldn't be more wrong.
I've seen the light in your eyes, I've seen the moon and stars.
I've counted in my dreams, every kiss of ours.
Where will you go?
What could I say?
To make you look this way.
A broken wanting memory is all I have today.
In this life I think I would love to call you mine.
In this life, to see you as a caring, loving wife.
I wonder what the days will be, laying side by side.
In a field of daffodils, the angels give us wings.
We fly so high, up in the sky, neither one of us can breathe.
A broken boy, A broken girl.
Dreaming heavenly things.
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