Must have been a perfect disaster Perfect And it seemed so effortless, remember? Like that time you told me, oh man you told me That the stars came down for just you and me And the comets that we see are the limit to everything And it never changes, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Like the glass on the pavement All the time all day All the sand in our glass All the things that we say All the things that we But if anyone else believes otherwise? Or would like to append their own further research into this matter? Please, be my guest