What makes you think that we, Could fall in love again, After all our trials, I still wish, That what we had was real, But I know… There is nothing but space between us, There is nothing but cold dead air, I don't know what the fuck you think love looks like, But there is nothing but space between… After all my wasted tears, After every crime, How could I love myself, And still love you… What makes you think that we, Could fall in love again, Is there something I'm missing?