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. We’ll look at the stars when we’re together.

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight but I know that they’ll be gone. When the morning light sings and brings new things for tomorrow night you see, that they’ll be gone too. Too many things I have to do but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene I’d be under the impression. I was somewhere in between with only two, just me and you. Not so many things we got to do or places we got to be, we’ll sit beneath the mango tree now. We’re somewhere in between together.

But there is not enough time and there is no song I could sing. And there is no, combination of words I could say but I will still tell you one thing we’re better together.

no matter what they say, i can make you stay