Traveling across two planets,
I see a galaxy afar.
It's a glimpse of your face
Drawn along a gallery of broken hearts.

There is a place down below
Where the grass is always green
And the sky is always blue
That holds my history of pain.
Why would I want to go back?

I send my spaceship to a special gallery
Where I observe and mourn you, my love.
I look back towards the cosmic proportions
And know that love is at my very fingertips.