I can make you feel loved, I can take the weight of the world off your shoulder, but only if you ask me to. I can take you places, fill all your blank spaces. This love is silent, so I don't speak a word Because I am nothing like the moon. My light will never be as bright. I'm nothing that you'd admire from afar, gazing at with wonder. I thought I understood it. That I could grasp the reality of it, but you make it hard because you're the stuff and dust dreams are made of.