| The barriers of space and time |
| ripple before my will, |
| for I will not allow such trifles |
| as reality to hold me from you. |
| It will break |
| like all other things that bind me |
| before I am kept from kissing you. |
| Call me crazy and criticize me for my delusions, |
| but I don't care. |
| I refuse to live in a world where you're not with me, |
| so if leaving reality is what I must do in order to be with you, |
| I will do it. |