Who cares baby?
It is our, and nobody elses. It’s written on stars, on the sand and wherever we want. It is going to be told to friends, unknowns and to whoever we want. It is shown in the look in our eyes, in the way we smile, in our own sunshine and wherever we are. It happens everyday, everynight and whenever we trade words. Or silences.
Who cares baby? It is a beautiful night tonight.