Prologue.

Tried to break love to a science In an act of pure defiance I broke her heart.

As I pulled apart her theories As I watched her growing weary I pulled her apart.

Having heavy conversations About the furthest constellations of our souls.

And we're just trying to find some meaning In the things that we believe. But we got some ways to go.

Of all of the things that she's ever said She goes and says something that just knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars.