There's no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard, no song i could sing but i can try for your heart. Our dreams, they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart like ¿why are we here? ¿where do we go? and ¿how come we're so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving but i'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together