I'm still watching star wars though I'm 34
It touches me the way it used to when I started
Learning all I hoped to know
Then learning it was hopeless
I could reach out with my feelings then
And little was unthinkable
No-thing needed to be avoided
Voice was all I needed then

I've never loved someone so much
That even feeling broken hearted helps me get into touch
With where my sense of love first started
Wanting now to feel your touch
Like mornings before we first parted

Doubted hearted, jealous hearted
I was such a faithless lover
Practised martyr loving pain for reasons much more complicated
Than I thought
I thought it didn't hurt me much
It hurt a lot

Evil is imaginary dream of scientific minds
Dividing always to the left
And what is left when faith in Right becomes impossible to render
Tender buttons pushed so often
Everyone is screaming out their outrage
I'm still dreaming happiness
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?