There is no word that can describe our time.
No number that could describe the amount.
No chorus that could be sung loud enough.
No verse that could capture that moment.
No chored that could be played sweet enough.
There is nothing, my dear.
There is just you and I.
Just two strangers in a different world.
Two dreamers.
Two, now, distant lovers.
Two morners.
Two more broken hearts.
Just two.
Love was never good enough for the both of us. We were greedy, we asked for more.
They say there's no such thing as loving too much.
Now look.