myles.tan: We are all innocent.
myles.tan: No heaven.
myles.tan: 'tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are,
myles.tan: I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl.
myles.tan: I was sure you saw me,
myles.tan: The whole word crumbles right beneath you.
myles.tan: Break through and never look back.