There's no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing: but I can try for your heart.

Our dreams, and they are made out of real things: Like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving.

Love is the answer at least, for most of the questions in my heart; like why are we here? And where do we go?And how come it's so hard?. It's not always easy and sometimes, life can be deceiving: I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together