Remember back in Brooklyn late nights we’d sneak up on the roof with flashlights lie on our backs and count the stars
we’d talk all night about God and spaceships and little laika, the first in orbit and whether or not there might be life on Mars
it used to be easy then to dream it’s getting harder and harder to believe in anything
*Chorus:* 'cause there’s nothing holding the stars up in the sky no reason or rhyme to this life nothing keeping us together you and I ‘cept you and i i think a heart is what you make of it it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt a bit if we just hold on tight we’ll get through this you and i, i still believe in you and i
you used to hold my hand all the time you’d get your fingers all laced through mine like New York city streets through the avenues
up was up and down was down back then the world was ours and everything made sense we believed and we never needed proof
but baby i’m giving up on “meant to be” i’m starting to think that all of that is just pretty poetry
*Chorus*
And there’d be0 no such thing as fate if it were up to me go and leave the future to its mystery we can make it
if there’s nothing holding the stars up in the sky no reason or rhyme to this life nothing keeping us together you and I ‘cept you and I well then a heart is what you make of it and it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt a bit if we just hold on tight we’ll get through this you and I, I still believe in you and I