Forever Hurtling Towards Andromeda
but if you're trying to save me then you'll have to try harder.
The sound is an infinite saint that brings me to its knees.
To find my way through space, hurtling like a comet.
To find my way through space.
Hey, you've fallen on your dreams.
They're running like a river and sounding like a stream.
We save for opposite ears.
It doesn't matter what we say.
Only diminished and divorced do we learn to what extent we can love.
What has to, does.