There's a star by the name of a lover I've known
I can speak with it now after so long alone
And it whispers of earth and the infinite blue
And the things that you lose: how they're beautiful, too.
But you don't get a say in the way that you feel
You can promise yourself, but that won't make it real
You can structure the story the best that you may
But it's all in your head. And it all goes away.