In time we traveled
Back
To when people used to write love letters
And wait hours for trains to steal them from the pain of settling
To when romance touched the tips of people\'s souls on lonely dark nights
To when shooting stars were signs of hope in the aching corners of cities
In space we traveled
Up
To where we could no more smell
The scent of people\'s sorrow
To where stars became neighbours
And the moon was the hopeless lover
To where we couldn\'t hear the screams of the insane
In love we traveled
And in love
We traveled
In all directions