I hope I love you in my disoriented thoughts will somehow confess my
whole life story, beginnings of a tale I thought was my own to discover, there
was a man born century earlier on my birthday, birth month, had the same
tragic beauty, only I hope, I hope ours end with a kiss sending my soul
to a place I'll walk on clouds, draw hearts in the air to send to the
ones I left behind feeling love in the air. And I love you, you'd
know when you hear my voice in the depths of your thoughts, chambers
that wanted to bury what you ought to remember as I remembered you.