We could lie beneath the stars and dream    
    
...dreams as big as the universe.      
    
But like a bomb, it would come undone      
    
and tear at the worn fabric of my heart.      
    
As a tattered book can no longer hold    
    
the pages of its mind    
    
there is no spine to hold this love of mine.      
    
The words to our story get lost    
    
torn away by the trials of life.      
    
You could fade into the weather      
    
with nothing to hold us together      
      
and I would be crushed      
    
by the absence      
          
of you.