We’ll try to fill the echoless night so fasten up and hold tight
So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved And we were never connected or involved Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics With no time and no space and no schedule and no place And we pass right through it without a trace And sometimes that music drifts through my car On a spring night when anything is possible And I close my eyes and I nod my head And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten Because you’ll always be my hero, even if I never see you again
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