Finding love gets harder the more you look
So I tore my map to pieces long long ago
I torched my remains and let the embers fly, I tried to catch a couple memories but smoke got in my eyes
You name the place and I'll bend time and space to mold the perfect picture in a minute existence
We are the same blood just spread thin by a tree so I believe I can track you down by scent
Don't you worry,
O don't you fret.