Strangers passing in the street by chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand and lead you through the land,
And help me understand the best I can.
I Love The Way You Breathe Inside My Head.
Oh, I'd move heaven behind those eyes...
I'd rather be making out.
“But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… Ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love.” —V for Vendetta