Why can't I
love with you,
live with you?
Why can't you
believe in me
leave with me?

Whispers of
“Let's Run”,
why aren't enough?
It'd be
as beautiful as–
breathing in
the scent of grass.
Our world.

Why can't I
love for you,
live for you?
Why can't you
believe with me,
leave to me?

Why is
this your world;
and why
that isn't?
Yours is good;
ours would be better.
This is the window
to your home,
that
would be a door
to the constellations.

Why can't I
love with you,
live with you?
Why can't you
believe in me,
leave with me?