She doesn’t love him,
Like she looks up to the man on the moon,
She doesn’t love him,
Like she loves her fairy tail remains.

I’ll climb up the ladder and reach the moon,
Sit on it like it belongs to me,
Turn into Goliath and play catch with the Stars, and just maybe I’ll catch her eye.

Wont reverse any tapes, then I’ll really lose Her, she’ll sing those as if she made them Herself, and maybe she did.

Don’t talk in specific,
I speak of the invisible,
None of those things exist in the present,
Yet it’s still true.

So how come you don’t believe in God?