I thought we could reach heaven,
that we had endless love,
the twenty four seven,
wich could never die.
That our love
would survive everything,
like there was no end.
Thought we could make
a mistake but survive its fall.
Without being burned,
we could ride against
everyone's common sun,
like we could handle the power
of a shot from a gun.
Love cannot be assured,
we were under the stars on the roof,
thinking we were bulletproof.