I don't care what they say, lovenYou're a work of artnNo one can paint the sky like younEach night I think of new ways to impress younSo you'll stick aroundnnWhen I was younger, I'd stare at cloudsnWell, now I'm older and I still donAnd I don't know why, so don't ask menAnd I won't ask younnWhy you hide behind those bookshelvesnFilled with bibles and world war fairytalesnYour eyes will tire from the lies your heart desiresnSo don't play along 'cause they say you'll go to hellnThis is your life, believe what you willnnAnd don't worry when they say you don't understandn'Cause they could never know how it feltnThe day you found love and lost it just as easilynYou were so young, but so untouchablenn'Cause after that you never loved again, no, ohnIt was a waste of time: hearts are for pumping bloodn'Til you found the one that smiled back,nYou thought you'd die alonennNow you hold hands, now your mirror's uselessn'Cause what their eyes see is all you really neednIt's not luck, love, or coincidence that found younIt's what's meant to benOoh, it's what's meant to be