Telescopes and Compasses

Telescopes and compasses and pictures of the moon

Stratospheres of shooting stars

An old romantic tune

And all these things still make me wish for answers from above

Tell me why should I believe in love?

Passing by the clock tower you used to hold my hand

We'd lie in starlight with our heads back in the sand

And we could see our lives in constellations up above

When we believed in love

Telescopes and compasses won't lead me to your heart

What's the point in science if I (don't) know how to start

There used to be a reason for the starry sky above

Now it's gone, farewell, goodbye to love

Farewell, goodbye my love

Farewell, goodbye my love