"Arabella's got a 70's head
But she's a modern lover
It's an exploration, she's made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place"
"So what do you believe in?" I asked, he thought in silence for a bit "I can't really think of anything" he replied "what! Come on, you have to believe in something, if people didn't believe in anything then nothing would ever happen" I said, we were standing closer to each other now. "I believe in you".