I hope one day you meet a person so naive
Who doesn’t know what love is,
Who doesn’t know what the world is,
Who doesn’t know that we live on the surface of the earth.
So when you show her a pond and call it an ocean,
She’ll believe you,
She’ll believe you, my love
And swim in it like an ingenuous mermaid.
When you let her down
And you call it the magnetic effect of the ground.
She’ll never know the gravity of the situation.
When you keep her waiting for your love
And you explain what space feels like
She’ll never dream of the stars.
When you hold her hand and walk her into the darkness
And you tell her that’s how she’ll see the moon
She’ll never want the sun to touch her skin.
When you leave her alone in deafening silence
And call it communication
She’ll never decode the figure of speech.
When you finally walk away
And highlight one of the man’s traits
She’ll always remember humans as heartache.