There’s no art in the world that could live up to this feeling-
I can’t make anything like this.
Not with my soul as collateral
Could I bargain my way to something beautiful enough  
To explain what I mean
Tonight.
You must be right, then.
You must be right.
There mustn’t be a god
There mustn’t be a plan:

I can’t imagine meeting the god
Who could have dreamed you up.