They say big hearts are for breaking
A hidden planet in my solar system is what you are. Spinning around in my gravitating heart, as I am swimming through the stereo.
Writing a symphony of sound for you, rearranging chords to burn a hole in my insecurity. Mix mixing my heart into the low range part and dragging my naked body over the fevered rush of minor C.
You are my masterpiece, the comeback song that I will never explain. You are my Hallelujah (just ask Mr. Buckley)