Mar 05, 2005 15:03
We could have that classic storybook love
And find out what dreams are made of
We can take every cliché out of the book
And live by them so everything’s perfect
Because we’d mess it up on our own
But aren’t the most beautiful things
The mistakes you make when you can’t see
Because the suns to bright and
The rain comes down to hard
Here everything is perfect in its entirety
And I know that it’s okay
And things will stay this way for a while
Like nothing before ever has
Because some mistakes stay ugly